I'm Tired Now
I’ll see you in a month.
You’re my loveboat, my hunbun. Cauauauauuuase I love you. You have a pineapple head right now.
I find things to be mad about. I like to be mad. I like to be mean. I like to make fun, I like to say sorry, I like to talk shit on myself before someone else gets the chance to. It’s my way of defending myself, and it hurts less or not at all if I’m the person hurting me. Blasgshahaggag I wish I wasn’t so critical of everyone. I want to be a good, nice, stupid person.
Needs more chap stick.
I made this up and it’s good. Ingredients: Two crookneck squashes sliced and quartered. Two zucchinis sliced and quartered. One big ass red onion chopped. Half a bunch of asparagus (preferably the top half and throw that other garbage away) sliced into two-inch pieces. One 20-ounce package of Kroger frozen roasted redskin potatoes. As much smashed and sliced garlic as you damn well please. I use...
Even when I seriously overcook this crap, the lower half is always a fibrous capsule. There’s no remedy for this shit.
I’ve told baby to shut up like five times this morning. I meant it too. Apparently I’m cranky, and I was seriously annoyed by her adorable squawking.
What happened last night?
Was someone prodding at my body with a fire poker each time I fell asleep? I feel exhausted and tortured. Oh, and I had nightmares that I’m embarrassed of. One was of me, laying on the floor, watching a movie with my family. We all fell asleep, but I woke up because I shit like a gallon of poop all over myself and the floor. I’m confused.
I've been a no show lately.
Because my life isn’t so horrible and angsty anymore. Dropping out of math was my panacea. I read everyday, I cook delicious food whenever I want. Work isn’t awful when I don’t have school constantly gnawing at my mind. I walk my dogs, it’s spring. I planted clover and wildflowers all over our yard for our pups to have a wild turf to wallow in in the summer. My other classes are interesting again....