Its kinda late...sitting here, bundled up in my blanket. I planned on going to bed at a "reasonable time." With every half hour, I con myself into staying up a half an hour later. Sick little game I like to play with myself. I know I've won if i am miserable all day because I just want to be home sleeping. Fun right? I just tell myself, "you'll be off on Wednesday, you can take a nap then." Knowing full well that wont do that either. Silly.
Today. Today I pouted. I got home and was grouchy. Have been for the past 4 days. Its boiling over now. I'm becoming a shorter and shorter fuse and I dont really know how to express whats going on with me. Maybe its because I havent had Zoloft for a week. If thats it, its really getting to me. I'm having a hard time being able to recognize genuine unrest due to something bothering me, or just this inner uproar because of a chemical imbalance.
I'm in a strange place. I feel like something's missing. I'm searching for something. What the fuck? ! Why the hell do I get to be cheesy cliche and searching for something and not know what I'm searching for? Or to have something missing but not know what it is?
Moronic.
I wasnt really listening.
I was just knodding.
Grin
Chuckle
Tickle
Knuckle
Drag drag drag.
I wanna smoke a cigarette.
I wanna have money and not work.
I wanna paint.
I wanna create.
I want to build.
Rearrange.
Bleach.
Gag on the chemical cleanliness.
Gag in private.
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Hmm...dont even feel like changing the channel.
1. I have to pee.
2. Too lazy to get up
3. Fucking cocksucker up stairs! How dare he fucking call my name form his balcony! I'm not on the fucking clock you moron! Stop invading my life.
4. Please. Please mind your own business.
5. Still have to pee...wonder if you can really burst your own bladder...i know it stretches but do you think someone could have the stamina to hold to the point of burst?
6. Listening to what he makes. I'm proud of his talent. I'm impressed by his abilities. I'm jealous of time.
Questions:
Stranded. Only things you may have:
1. One song? only one...
2. Brush or comb? If you choose brush it may either be hair bruch or tooothbrush. You pick comb? No way top clean your teeth.
3. One piece of machinery?
4. If your hair was made of spaghetti, would you sport the skin?
5. If your fingers were fries, would you be swinging nubs?
6. Your shit turns into chocolate cake...?
7. Your mother loves to sniff your feet, let her?
In following Oryon's lead:
Random fact about genevieve:
I'm allergic to peanut in all forms.
Today. Today I pouted. I got home and was grouchy. Have been for the past 4 days. Its boiling over now. I'm becoming a shorter and shorter fuse and I dont really know how to express whats going on with me. Maybe its because I havent had Zoloft for a week. If thats it, its really getting to me. I'm having a hard time being able to recognize genuine unrest due to something bothering me, or just this inner uproar because of a chemical imbalance.
I'm in a strange place. I feel like something's missing. I'm searching for something. What the fuck? ! Why the hell do I get to be cheesy cliche and searching for something and not know what I'm searching for? Or to have something missing but not know what it is?
Moronic.
I wasnt really listening.
I was just knodding.
Grin
Chuckle
Tickle
Knuckle
Drag drag drag.
I wanna smoke a cigarette.
I wanna have money and not work.
I wanna paint.
I wanna create.
I want to build.
Rearrange.
Bleach.
Gag on the chemical cleanliness.
Gag in private.
__________________________________________
Hmm...dont even feel like changing the channel.
1. I have to pee.
2. Too lazy to get up
3. Fucking cocksucker up stairs! How dare he fucking call my name form his balcony! I'm not on the fucking clock you moron! Stop invading my life.
4. Please. Please mind your own business.
5. Still have to pee...wonder if you can really burst your own bladder...i know it stretches but do you think someone could have the stamina to hold to the point of burst?
6. Listening to what he makes. I'm proud of his talent. I'm impressed by his abilities. I'm jealous of time.
Questions:
Stranded. Only things you may have:
1. One song? only one...
2. Brush or comb? If you choose brush it may either be hair bruch or tooothbrush. You pick comb? No way top clean your teeth.
3. One piece of machinery?
4. If your hair was made of spaghetti, would you sport the skin?
5. If your fingers were fries, would you be swinging nubs?
6. Your shit turns into chocolate cake...?
7. Your mother loves to sniff your feet, let her?
In following Oryon's lead:
Random fact about genevieve:
I'm allergic to peanut in all forms.
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before i TRY and answer these questions let me first address the exploding bladder scenario. I heard that it won't explode BUT the more you don't go when you should go...your bladder gets stretched out! now you don't want to be wearing depends diapers when you are 50 years old, so go potty girl!
ok...
1. goodbye daily sadness...cruiserweight listen here
2. brush...toothbrush for me...i dont really brush my hair
3. laptop (can i have my wireless internet too)
4. i'd eat it...its my favorite meal! yummy
5. i'd eat those too...i need to go on a diet...or get something to eat! all these questions are makin me hungry!
6. more food...yummy shit cake!
7. i'd let her...but only if she promised to eat the cheese too!
ok now i'm freakin out like you!!!
have a great day!
holla!