rosalie

got back from nyc around 7:00 p.m. napped a bit, couple hours maybe, then got back up.

progress: am tripping balls at the moment. coca just crawled up behind the computer desk and poked her little kitty head out next to my keyboard, frightened the piss out of me. s'ok, though, i just laughed at it 2 seconds later.

i will now transcribe, verbatim, what i just scrawled on a sheet of notebook paper maybe 20 minutes ago.

here it is:

4:00 a.m. tuesday morning
7.12.05
t r i p p i n g
music: msi alienating our audience
reason-initially, to listen to track #4-"revenge"
very fitting - mutilated AnarKitty & hung along w/ care bear on french honor society cord.

Fucked Up thought process (reason for written record)
*thought: wow, i'm tripping. look @ bracelets, pink hair, weird lighting. consider background music. thought: i'm a fucken crazy ass goth-lookin' chick right now. thought:S H I T ! ! ! ! thought: i have to kill myself--it'll be one less crazy psycho goth chick. epiphany: if i kill me, i kill her!! thought: goddamn. that is a FUCKED UP thought process right there.
R E S U L T : this is immortalized in ink for posterity.
O U T .
*j


..::note::..as crazy and disconnected as that is, isn't the spelling impeccable?