I want to go out for food. For breakfast. It's after 1:00 p.m., but I would like breakfast.
Someone fell down the hallway stairs. I heard a ton of clammoring, a bunch of people asking "are you okay?!", then tons of laughter. Good stuff. People should fall down stairs more often - it's always amusing.
Take me for breakfast. I'll dress up all pretty-like.
...
Fast forward.
I ate at Subway. Not really breakfast, but there was bacon. It will have to do.
I need to go to my mom's. She has food for me. Happy day?
The ex is in my bed. What? Raise your eyebrows now folks. Now lower them, he's sleeping. He has a headache. Go home? Eh, like I really care.
I'm experiencing issues with updating lately. Nothing substantial to write. I need to get out of here. I feel like I'm clawing at the walls. I've been out, just... just not where I've wanted to go, I guess. I lack fun. Maybe Santa will bring me some fun this year.
I'm on a Sneaker Pimps trip lately. Haven't done that in a long time. It's kind of nice. Mellow. Happy. So un-like myself these days. 'Cause you know, I'm freakishly mad and hyper. Or something. Maybe not?
Fuck you mind.
I should cam it up. Errr... does not compute.
Someone fell down the hallway stairs. I heard a ton of clammoring, a bunch of people asking "are you okay?!", then tons of laughter. Good stuff. People should fall down stairs more often - it's always amusing.
Take me for breakfast. I'll dress up all pretty-like.
...
Fast forward.
I ate at Subway. Not really breakfast, but there was bacon. It will have to do.
I need to go to my mom's. She has food for me. Happy day?
The ex is in my bed. What? Raise your eyebrows now folks. Now lower them, he's sleeping. He has a headache. Go home? Eh, like I really care.
I'm experiencing issues with updating lately. Nothing substantial to write. I need to get out of here. I feel like I'm clawing at the walls. I've been out, just... just not where I've wanted to go, I guess. I lack fun. Maybe Santa will bring me some fun this year.
I'm on a Sneaker Pimps trip lately. Haven't done that in a long time. It's kind of nice. Mellow. Happy. So un-like myself these days. 'Cause you know, I'm freakishly mad and hyper. Or something. Maybe not?
Fuck you mind.
I should cam it up. Errr... does not compute.
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I think to get there I need to just respect what we had instead of missing it, and think about what can be my life instead of what could've been.
Though, it's so much easier said then done.
... but breakfast is good any time of the day. I used to make pancakes, eggs, french toast, and bacon all the time at like 6pm. Well, not always all of that, but most of it. The smell of that food is like a drug to me... I hope no one ever realizes that. If they made it all the time I'd be like their slave, probably used to commit crimes and such. It wouldn't be such a proud moment.