soraya

soy latte = crack.

why am i suddenly so addicted to these? all the time, if i'm not drinking it, i'm thinking about drinking it.

and why is it so damn near impossible for people who work in coffe shops to NOT burn the milk. i swear, there's really only a small amount of things to make sure to do and not to do... and not burning milk should be right there at the top of the list.... i know this, i worked at a damn coffee shop....sometimes i just wanna jump over the counter and say "you know what, fuckit, i'll just make it myself. thanks."
...no i'm really not a raging bitchface. i just have some little PMS going on.... i'm really snuggly and nice in real life. i have references.

last night i had an insane dream. it was super bloody and gorey, but not in a freaky scary way. more normalized i guess. i only really vividly remember one part of it. this was it:

for some reason i walked into this sketchy hospital in the middle of the boonies and the only people in sight were all bloody and kicking it in wheelchairs with their intestines all hanging out. they were calm about it. turns out that they had decided to start practicing all these random surgeries on themsleves, not knowing a thing about brain, heart, guts surgeries, and the like.

but they had done it anyways. and when i came in i had to try to stitch tme all back up and shove their guts in. they could take 'em out, but not put themback in for whatever reason.

strange.

i keep getting these waves of nostalgia that i can't quite place my finger on. these emotions ride through my mind and i think i know what it is, and then one thing opps up, and then somthing else, and i can't pin it down.
the closest i've come to figuring out what it is an an urge to take off on a road trip somewhere someplace.

my body always incessantly craves change when the winter starts creeping in.

i need a coat.