| vitamin strings. |
[Dec. 30th, 2008|05:32 pm] |
wanted is playing over on the tv. i should really be watching it, but for some reason i'm not.
i'm not.
i'm not.
i wonder if my need to repeat words over and over, lyrics or phrases is a strange form of OCD. i know i'm a freak about making sure things are in the place i want them to be, neatly arranged, or put exactly in a certain spot, but i've never thought about the repetition.
brody told me i'm attracted to the darkside. i kind of didn't realize that. i never go for the heroes, always the villians. naturally attracted to those who are gonna do me wrong. wrong. wrong.
I CAN'T HELP IT.
the floor next to the bed is a water bottle graveyard. 2am water runs and then they just get left on the floor. it's basically like six half empty bottles of room temperature water. hahaha. there's a bunch of empty batman gummy pouches everywhere too. computer desk, coffee table, kitchen counter, bathroom counter.
haven't you heard the news?
bad things--come in twos.
breathe in, stress. my eye has been twitching like mad. mad. i almost took the shift keys home again today. i took them home on accident yesterday. i've been getting bad headaches again. i really hope it's the weather and not me going into the stress/migraine phase again.
SIMONE CHOPPED MY HAIR OFF TOO. it's love. bedhead roll and go hair. she also said if i go platinum she will kill me, and my hair will be like hay. so i've decided that because i value my existence i will resist temptation.
but. i do miss it. sometimes. okay really not. but yeah. |
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