tds

The biggest drawback of anxiety attacks is the fact that the word "attack" is part of the title. Nothing good has the word "attack" in it, at least without the "ed" suffix and some female euphamism in front of it. But even THEN it could mean something all Bobbitty and nasty, couldn't it? So nothing good comes from attacks. What a load of shit.

Hey, let's try this again...

I've been having anxiety problems for the past few days. I hate it, and it won't stop. It's ruining the week, and making me feel like crap. I just need a fucking break...from what, though? Hmm...

Someday I'll photograph well. The limited pictures of me in from Prom make me look like a dressed up homeless guy. But like, one of those cool homeless guys who would solve mysteries or save Christmas.

(Charlie's suggestion will get run into the ground, I know it)
I just got a random smell of beer. Neighbors. I hate them, I've decided. Not as much as the unknown Middle Eastern family of six trillion I lived next to in South Sac, but I hate them anyway. They seem to do nothing but drink and be loud when the mood hits them, and yes, I've thought of inviting them over but then I'd end up telling them how much I hate them. I don't want to subject Audrey to such controversial goings on. Evil cat's too impressionable.

I hit post too early. Fuck.

How's everyone?

...see now I feel like I need to add things.

Whatever.

Later.