akuma_usagi

I slept twelve hours lucky me. I haven't slept that much in months. Now I am just really hungry. I want cookies and turkey.

I really hate plastic. It creeps me out to think about it. It makes me think of corpses being filled with formaldahyde. Maybe this means I am completely psycho, not just a little as previously thought.

I WANT A TATTOO! I am going absolutely out of my ummm skin. I want the smell of ink, the stinging, the blood, the saran wrap, the burning of the saran wrap. OMG, if I don't get a tattoo soon I will be forced to do something drastic. Its been SIX MONTHS! And I don't think the last time counts, I puked every fifteen minutes. Lousy first trimester and all its puking. I just have no esophagus and a half finished tattoo. This is a serious need, like I am stranded on an island without pepsi for a whole...day. Its probably that little feeling in my hands that want to take the kitchen knife and slowly drag it all over my body so I am becaume a hideous bloody mess. AHHHHHH, I need to be tattoo'd. more than I need air or food. More than the constant need to go pee. I sound like a junkie.