buttering my ho hum rum bum

Nov 20, 2005 00:29

my space is being heated by a 1500 watt metal instrument of love. my new boyfriend.

what a way to spend an evening. curled on the couch reading the bell jar, harboring the same jittered stomach that has insipidly reminded me that i'm less than 100% today. my heart has been filled with anxious feeling. i'm heavy all the time. overtly and hopelessly eccentric. gimme a chance i'll romance the dickens out of ya. just let me throw up first. I craddle the security of my old friends. they can't mean anything more to me, as there is no way i could appricate how they make me feel sane more than they do. i'm a dead pan charmer. my snakes coo at the display.

I wish people would come out of hiding. I have started to act like i'm the only person in the room, and the other people are just obsticles and they can't see me. my voice squeaks out when I am spoken to. I love those who make me feel unretarded.
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