I'm tired, and in about 40 minutes I have a drive time. No good. There are so many things I'd rather be doing than driving and watching someone else drive for two whole hours. For instance.. I could sleep. I could do my bundles of make-up work that I still have. I could use the dye that I bought today. And, hmm, well that's really all there is. But now that I think about it, this whole day in general was no good. I was, of course, tired. And then I kept thinking about this thing over and over and over and just could not stop. You know when you're in a really crowded room and everyone's talking, how you can't listen to just one person at a time? Well it was like that, but in my head. All of my thoughts were all of the different people and I could not for the life of me understand what I was thinking. And I realized that when I'm like that I put things in my mouth that should not be in my mouth (pennies, bottlecaps, etc.). Stupid me and my nervous habits. Gah.. Well I hope I figure things out and everything.
But, uhh...
It's not a beer belly, it's a full tank for a sex machine.
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good luck on your drive time, you'll do marvy dah-ling. And if you ever need to talk I'm down.
i know who your really thinking about... his name is Steve Carmen, and he doesnt know what hygeine is. but hey, true love is true love. hehe just kidding. we can be confused messes together.
<3
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