speed_metal

I still don't think there could be anything better than having them share themselves with me, without saying anything, and just laying there, listening to thorns, finding peace in the dark.

Since that's not going to be happening any time soon.... if at all, I suppose I don't need to worry about what life would be like afterwards.

I'm a good listener. No, fuck that,...
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Sometimes I wonder how I manage to continue to pull off "sane" what with no real outlet for dealing with the following moods; sad, angry, lonely, confused, horney, and a bakers dozen other variations on the subject.

I fucking hate sleep. Arrrrrrrrrr. *blink*...*slower blink* looks like it's about time to show sleep how much I fucking hate it...

How to confuse a Speed Metal:

1. Be a (interesting) woman
2. Be friendly to me, seemingly on a more than normal scale than everyone else.
3. Be almost as blunt as I am when you talk about relationship status. Example:

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Kindof, but I really hate him right now. Why?"

"BecauseIthinkyourreallynice,andIwantedtoaskyouout,butIdon'tliketheideaofdoingthatwhensomeone'sinarelationship."

"Yeah, I understand."

What the fuck is that supposed...
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Ugh, I hate sleep... and I'm not sure if it loves me, or hates me back. Fucking sleep. Hey, anyone happen to be doing a sleep deprevation study they can enroll me in for cash? I'll take vacation from work to tell sleep to fuck off for science (... or just cash... or even just the fuck you sleep).

I want to do things that aren't "good" to do, but feel fantastic. I wouldn't mind sharing what's going on in my head if it could spill out of my head making any possible shred of sense, but it wouldn't, but it doesn't matter, because there isn't anyone around that want's to hear it.

I hate thinking all the time.

Awesome, I didn't get a yes, but it wasn't a "no" either.

Cephalectomy is going well, hopefully I don't sound as bad recorded as the critic in my head says I do.

So now I play the waiting game to find out if my attempt at biting off more than my massive jaw should try and chew, will lead to an achey mouth, or an empty one.

Sick... Fuck

I can't sleep, I'm not sure if I'm actually tired or not, but I actually did want to sleep, and I can't.

I feel kindof crazy at the moment, but the only person I'd really have to talk too is sleeping, and works tomorrow. I don't think I actually want to talk to her anyway, but I know she'd listen... and then try to say...
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Whatever, right?

Everyone please remind me to not talk to girls on Sunday... Because it's inevetable that I'll forget, somehow a situation that seems to good to pass up arises, I'll end up asking some girl out, only to get rejected on my birthday again.

I had thought of a humorous way to solve this conundrum the other day (get a date before sunday... phh, yeah...
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Man I get in odd ways...

Anyway, I'll be off to Truro to practice w/ the rest of Cephalectomy this weekend.

Ugh... then I'm on fucking day shifts next week. Man I'm so going to need to forge a doctor's note that diagnoses me with narcolepsy to account for my state monday morning, 8.5 hours earlier than I'm used to being at work.

Got the...
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