"get on with it, put off the fussy chicken-shit, get on with it, can't you see it's time to quit?"
I've had a migraine pretty much since i got home from work. This girl named Pauline who used to work there came by and hung out with me to wait on Abbey to get there. She took me home. On the way home we got into a conversation about Spidy. It was nice to be able to talk about him and the situation without getting upset, in any way. I wasn't angry, i wasn't sad...i admit the way it started kind of made me nervous. I guess because it was just out of the blue, she was like "were you gonna hook up with Spidy?" i was like, huh? It was so unexpected, and quite frankly i was just like "oh God, not again..." I'm sick of talking about it, and i'm sick of people asking about it...one of those things, you know? But, it did feel good to be able to talk about it and just be like, whatever, it's over, what's done is done.
I got home and ate some left overs i'd had from lunch, and got a little cleaning done around here, which made me happy. Then Kelly came home and went to karaoke. Murphy came by for a bit, and past that, here i am. It's nearly 3 in the mornin, my head still hurts, and my stomach feels funky. Ramen noodles, chocolate cake, and pink lemonade Kool-Aid aren't a very good combination at 2.30 in the morning... :o\
I think i'ma go sit in the corner of my tub and let the water shower down on me. That seems to be 95% of my shower time these days...maybe i'll feel better and can get some sleep...wish me luck...
"and if i put this revolver to my head
will God turn against me instead of
taking pity on a broken man?"
I got home and ate some left overs i'd had from lunch, and got a little cleaning done around here, which made me happy. Then Kelly came home and went to karaoke. Murphy came by for a bit, and past that, here i am. It's nearly 3 in the mornin, my head still hurts, and my stomach feels funky. Ramen noodles, chocolate cake, and pink lemonade Kool-Aid aren't a very good combination at 2.30 in the morning... :o\
I think i'ma go sit in the corner of my tub and let the water shower down on me. That seems to be 95% of my shower time these days...maybe i'll feel better and can get some sleep...wish me luck...
"and if i put this revolver to my head
will God turn against me instead of
taking pity on a broken man?"