orehitna

saturday.
blog.
right, time to right in it. i still hate the abbreviation 'blog.' it's a fucking journal. hell, i'd go far enough and slap diary all over. i know where the name comes from, but it just sounds dumb.

i'm hung over.
which should hopefully soon turn into
i'm drunk.

i probably said some things last night i shouldn't have, and did other things i really shouldn't have. like order pizza at 3:30 in the morning even though i wasn't hungry in the least.

i pissed someone off.
they really pissed me off.
now, i'm not going to be speaking to them any more. childish behaviour? maybe. is there any reason to smooth it over? no, because it's just going to end in my wanting to punch something again, and that's not constructive. going forward, well, going forward, the point is to move beyond that shit.

guards up, walls up. yes, the white knight 'disorder' sort of prevents that from working the best way, but maybe it's time to stop falling for the girl who's had to hire three porters for her emotional baggage.

i probably over reacted.
i probably somewhere deep down in my ice chamber heart care.

right now? in the words of eddie murphy pretending to be his dad, phfuck it.