i am getting really tired of feeling shitty, and i haven't even been feeling shitty for that long which goes to prove that my tolerance is down. unlike low alcohol tolerance, which i have been known to bemoan, this is most likely a good thing since it means i don't spend that much time feeling shitty anymore. but man, when it hits, it hits.
and not just shitty, either, but downright weepy which actually is a good point cause this cues me in to the thought that it coudl be all straight-up hormonal...still, i don't like feeling like the world is too fucking much for me to handle just now could i please be alone for a while with no roommates and no officemates and preferably a beach involved?
my roommate just spotted a mouse. if there is one thing i didn't not want to have my train of thought interrupted by, it was the spotting of a fucking mouse in my kitchen. i don't even fucking care, though...he can live behind the fridge as long as he keeps to his own and doesn't do things like shit in the flour.
i think she wanted me to come out there and experience the mouse sighting with her, but fuck that, i've done it and i feel no need to leave my room for the purposes of mouse-sighting solidarity.
and hey you, dkixk! i love you and i want to call you but i've been fucking busy lately with no time, literally no time to make phone calls so please just do not pepper your messages with guilt or i will glob up into a ball of guiltiness and never call you and be fucking worthless...i promise it has happened.
and to all my sg buds, i would really like to be reading your blogs daily and making the witty comments i know they are worhty of, but please to see above.
i'm thinking i might score some time to myself in...
march.
angsty angsty love,
MOPPETTTTTT.
and not just shitty, either, but downright weepy which actually is a good point cause this cues me in to the thought that it coudl be all straight-up hormonal...still, i don't like feeling like the world is too fucking much for me to handle just now could i please be alone for a while with no roommates and no officemates and preferably a beach involved?
my roommate just spotted a mouse. if there is one thing i didn't not want to have my train of thought interrupted by, it was the spotting of a fucking mouse in my kitchen. i don't even fucking care, though...he can live behind the fridge as long as he keeps to his own and doesn't do things like shit in the flour.
i think she wanted me to come out there and experience the mouse sighting with her, but fuck that, i've done it and i feel no need to leave my room for the purposes of mouse-sighting solidarity.
and hey you, dkixk! i love you and i want to call you but i've been fucking busy lately with no time, literally no time to make phone calls so please just do not pepper your messages with guilt or i will glob up into a ball of guiltiness and never call you and be fucking worthless...i promise it has happened.
and to all my sg buds, i would really like to be reading your blogs daily and making the witty comments i know they are worhty of, but please to see above.
i'm thinking i might score some time to myself in...
march.
angsty angsty love,
MOPPETTTTTT.
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Anyway, R&I have just successfully navigated an entire evening without catching more than a fleeting glimpse of football. We hid out at the Bravo channel where they were playing a Queer Eye For The Straight Guy marathon. It worked like a charm with the exception of one episode in which the straight guy proposed to his girlfriend at a Jets game.
March is almost upon us. For some reason, this make me think "I like New York in spring. How about you?" This has to be lyrics to a song but I can't, for the live of me, remember from what song.