desidia

I've had the strangest craving to be crucified this evening. Not that I want to hang on a cross, but I was lieing in bed and my feet felt like they'd feel really good with a nail driven in them. and one of my wrists felt like a spike in it would be a good thing too. like it'd relieve some pressure.

no cravings for a lance in my side though, but you know Jesus wasn't the only person to die on a cross.

nothing makes me less happy then school and this week will be hell on earth.