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A perfect storm of boredom, borderline insanity, limited and poor photoshop skills, free time and a pinch of stupid.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
life is spinning out of control, not sure who I am or where I stand. I feel manic, feral, out of control...a wild woman who cannot control emotion.
Confession time: I believe in nothing. God, magic, ghosts, that R. Kelley can actually fly but, for some reason, I love to think fortune cookies are the real deal.
I mean, I know who people who think they're vampires and witches so, it's not that crazy, right?
Right?
Got a five in my pocket
Wanna buy me some gin
A drop of gas in my tank let me think it over again, mmm
Cause I'd rather be drunk and drive away from here
Than to be sober, so sober yea
No friends comin thru
I think I've lost them all
No man to take their place
So I decided to make this call, whoa ho
That I'd rather be drunk on a cloud away from here
I don't wanna be sober, no not sober yea
Broke and alone nowhere to go
And loneliness is hurting me so
Broke and alone, nowhere to go
And loneliness and hurting so
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Day 151
I have this problem when it comes to journals and notebooks, particularly pretty ones. Particularly-particularly ones that have a binding and not a spiral bound backing. I just can'r bring myself to write or draw in them. I'm afriad of messing up. or wasting pages. I also don't feel the need to diary-it-up, as it were. I have a LiveJournal for that, and if I'm feeling rather to-personal-for-friends, I put it behind a friends-filter so only Mike can see, or I make it private.
So I have these two gorgeous notebook/journals, one from Jess and one from Mike... and I have no idea what to do with them. The intimidation of empty pages and the intimidation of using them are starting to close in and trap me.
I'm a little batty sometimes, if you couldn't tell.
I'd love suggestions, if you have them. :)
You don't even want to know what I went through to get this shot. And it's not even that good. I tried to get a better one, but ended up breaking a piece of furniture that I now have to put back together...so this is the best it gets.
FGR: Bodies in Flight
This is me, day 14, head on steering wheel in the parking lot of the hospital. I'm here for yet ANOTHER damned ultra sound. With the last one they thought they found something, but it wasnt what was causing my problems.
My gut is swollen, I'm in severe pain periodicly throughout the day. In the span of a week and a half I've had two ultra sounds, various blood tests, and visits to specialists, no answers, and honestly...I know it's probably something simple and stupid, but...I'm getting a little freaked out.
This is me, day 14, freaked out.