Yowza. It's good to get out of work early every friday...
Right now, I'm considering washing my car. Or at least covering it in soap and letting the rain do the rest. There are a gazillion and one (if not more) bugs on the bastard and I don't like it much.
Anyway, I think it's going to be a mixed-feelings weekend. The Boy's got shit to do all weekend, which means I'm out of luck there, but my mother's not going to be home until some time on sunday. So..I get the house to myself, which is lovely, because I hate my mother.
I do, however, have to clean up after her today, since her new favorite passtime is getting drunk alone at home and making a hugenormous mess. And then not cleaning it up.
On monday, my buddy Sean and his band Throwing Shrapnel, played at the WUNH studios (In Durham...at UNH...duh.)
This is a picture of his goofy mug:
Ha!
Check that shit out here.
Anyway, I ordered Kill Girl, Kill the other day, but then recieved an email today saying that it was currently out of stock so I could either wait 8-12 weeks for it to come in, or cancel my order. I cancelled the order. Suck ass.
Lately, my brain feels asstastic. I'm so damn negative and cynical and paranoid that things that don't even exist get to me.
Blah blah blah.
Nothing I say is relevant, really...
Sometimes, I wonder if I'm crazy, but then I think that the crazy folk never wonder if they're crazy. They just assume they're sane and everyone else is nuts, so I think that must mean I'm not crazy. But then I wonder if I am again, because...you know..crazy folk never think they're the crazy ones...
It's a vicious cycle, really...
I never really go into any detail here. I'm not sure if I like it better that way or not...
***Added randomly a few hours later:***
I fell asleep shortly after taking my crack, strange enough, but the dream that was to follow is even stranger...
All sorts of weird things were going on - there were strange fish in my fish tank. Big, mean, scary ones. And they were eating each other. Viciously.
My ratties had gone nuts and were hugenormous and angry and trying to tear me to bits.
And everywhere I looked, there were said fishtanks and ratties, and other evil hallucinations.
The Boy was angry and ignoring me. The trash can was attacking me. Everything was dark and gloomy and grey, and there was one fuck of a storm raging outside and I was so super off balance that I kept falling while trying to run away from it all...
I threw up..in my dream and for real, and that's why I finally woke up...
Let me tell ya, for those of you who've never done it, throwing up in your sleep and waking up choking on said vomit is not a good time.
Sickness.
Maybe it's because of all the bullshit running through my head, or maybe it's because I've taken double the crack I usually take and I havn't eaten anything today. Whatever the reason, if I have another dream like that, I'll slit my wrists!
Right now, I'm considering washing my car. Or at least covering it in soap and letting the rain do the rest. There are a gazillion and one (if not more) bugs on the bastard and I don't like it much.
Anyway, I think it's going to be a mixed-feelings weekend. The Boy's got shit to do all weekend, which means I'm out of luck there, but my mother's not going to be home until some time on sunday. So..I get the house to myself, which is lovely, because I hate my mother.
I do, however, have to clean up after her today, since her new favorite passtime is getting drunk alone at home and making a hugenormous mess. And then not cleaning it up.
On monday, my buddy Sean and his band Throwing Shrapnel, played at the WUNH studios (In Durham...at UNH...duh.)
This is a picture of his goofy mug:
Ha!
Check that shit out here.
Anyway, I ordered Kill Girl, Kill the other day, but then recieved an email today saying that it was currently out of stock so I could either wait 8-12 weeks for it to come in, or cancel my order. I cancelled the order. Suck ass.
Lately, my brain feels asstastic. I'm so damn negative and cynical and paranoid that things that don't even exist get to me.
Blah blah blah.
Nothing I say is relevant, really...
Sometimes, I wonder if I'm crazy, but then I think that the crazy folk never wonder if they're crazy. They just assume they're sane and everyone else is nuts, so I think that must mean I'm not crazy. But then I wonder if I am again, because...you know..crazy folk never think they're the crazy ones...
It's a vicious cycle, really...
I never really go into any detail here. I'm not sure if I like it better that way or not...
***Added randomly a few hours later:***
I fell asleep shortly after taking my crack, strange enough, but the dream that was to follow is even stranger...
All sorts of weird things were going on - there were strange fish in my fish tank. Big, mean, scary ones. And they were eating each other. Viciously.
My ratties had gone nuts and were hugenormous and angry and trying to tear me to bits.
And everywhere I looked, there were said fishtanks and ratties, and other evil hallucinations.
The Boy was angry and ignoring me. The trash can was attacking me. Everything was dark and gloomy and grey, and there was one fuck of a storm raging outside and I was so super off balance that I kept falling while trying to run away from it all...
I threw up..in my dream and for real, and that's why I finally woke up...
Let me tell ya, for those of you who've never done it, throwing up in your sleep and waking up choking on said vomit is not a good time.
Sickness.
Maybe it's because of all the bullshit running through my head, or maybe it's because I've taken double the crack I usually take and I havn't eaten anything today. Whatever the reason, if I have another dream like that, I'll slit my wrists!
um...i also need to wash my car. yes!