Monday, November 22, 2004

Yeah yeah yeah

Updates.

I'm avoiding them. Partly because I can't think of anything to write about aside from a heavy malaise that borders on sadness which gets me worried because I'm not supposed to feel the sad because of the pills. HELLO?

Thanksgiving: Wonderful, warm holiday-or AnxietyAttack waiting to happen?

And it's supposed to snow on Wednesday.
Awesome.

PMS How do I love thee, let me count the ways?
I love the bloating...feeling fat is such a
comfort in these cold winter months!
Sadness...oh to listen to Joni Mitchell 24 hours a day Seven days a week...
My hair won't do what I want it to do? It's time to CRY!
And it's ok to eat 50 pounds of Chocolate and/or 7 Big n' Tasty's.
I'll just walk it off!
I adore hating all people!
My skin is a vast oil field that could in fact
provide natural resources for a third world country!
And the PAIN! Oh sweet sweet abdminal pain that makes
me covet a home epidural!
The need to insert "FUCK" as noun, modifier AND verb into
every sentence.

fuuuuuuuck.

/end of line.



1 Comments:

Blogger FireVaney said...

You’ve got more stories in you — I am 100 % sure of it — than there is rock in Mount Everest. Don’t think, write. Any little curious thing that crosses your mind or field of vision. That’s all.

11:09 PM  

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