dear the-crazy-hormonal-bitch-that-sleeps-in-my-bed,
i realize that you're going through shit that i couldn't even begin to fathom right now, but i'm doing my best to comfort you and keep you sane during this, but you've got to work with me here. getting mad at me because i got out of bed after an hour and a half of not being able to sleep because you toss and turn and steal the blankets isn't fair. storming out this morning wasn't necessary. i'm trying to help here. i'm so stop fucking taking everything out on me. it's not my fault that you're in this state. i clearly had nothing to do with it. all i ask is that you stop bitching at me. bitch in general all you want, but stop projecting it in my direction. otherwise i'll stop buying you pickles and cheese.
thanks.
--the management.
in other new, thirty days until nine inch nails. oh my god. i'm so ridiculously excited that i can't function properly. which is massively hindering my productivity level considering i have five actual school days left. okay that's not the only reason i haven't started the majority of my final projects, but whatever.
yesterday we went for a walk, and there was a row of about fifteen houses at the end of one street that were all completely identical but had been decorated differently. they were so neat. and then we went down to the bluffs. the view from the top really is quite breathtaking. then the most bizarre thing happened. we found a rabbit head. no body in sight and judging from the look of the neck it had been severed right off. no animal could have possibly down that. but what kind of person chops off a habits head right there on the side of this huge, ridiculously steep incline? that was more bizarre than my garbage being ripped apart and strewn across the street. strange things keep happening. i'm relatively sure the world is going to end soon. *sighs* ah well..what can you do?
i need to finish my painting that's due tomorrow.
ugh.
so busy.
need. sleep.
i realize that you're going through shit that i couldn't even begin to fathom right now, but i'm doing my best to comfort you and keep you sane during this, but you've got to work with me here. getting mad at me because i got out of bed after an hour and a half of not being able to sleep because you toss and turn and steal the blankets isn't fair. storming out this morning wasn't necessary. i'm trying to help here. i'm so stop fucking taking everything out on me. it's not my fault that you're in this state. i clearly had nothing to do with it. all i ask is that you stop bitching at me. bitch in general all you want, but stop projecting it in my direction. otherwise i'll stop buying you pickles and cheese.
thanks.
--the management.
in other new, thirty days until nine inch nails. oh my god. i'm so ridiculously excited that i can't function properly. which is massively hindering my productivity level considering i have five actual school days left. okay that's not the only reason i haven't started the majority of my final projects, but whatever.
yesterday we went for a walk, and there was a row of about fifteen houses at the end of one street that were all completely identical but had been decorated differently. they were so neat. and then we went down to the bluffs. the view from the top really is quite breathtaking. then the most bizarre thing happened. we found a rabbit head. no body in sight and judging from the look of the neck it had been severed right off. no animal could have possibly down that. but what kind of person chops off a habits head right there on the side of this huge, ridiculously steep incline? that was more bizarre than my garbage being ripped apart and strewn across the street. strange things keep happening. i'm relatively sure the world is going to end soon. *sighs* ah well..what can you do?
i need to finish my painting that's due tomorrow.
ugh.
so busy.
need. sleep.
akuji:
hi