hot? hell yah.....

I might get another puppy. Well – okay so it won’t be mine… but I’ll have to feed it and walk it and clean up after it…

ARG! My life has so much to fit into the confines of my little brain – I’m at a point where purging is about the only thing that makes sense. I should be rocking humanity with my own cliché brand of genius but all I feel like doing is complaining that I’m bored. (Of course this isn’t the real problem.) I have tons to do. Medically, physically, socially, (emotionally *sigh*) I should be putting my best foot forward… and all that jazz. Let me just say in the most melodramatic way possible – I’m so sick of this shit. I make a lot of excuses. I’m GREAT at excuses. I can’t because… Well, there was this thing… The dog! It was the dog! I always have something else to do. *blah* When real life catches up with me I’m going to be so screwed.

I love it when I’m reading a book and all of sudden… it starts to get good. But then again, I try to love everything. Negativity is so destructive. Love is inspiration, never practical, always positive.

->And<-

Is there anything wrong with losing your mind? Lately I have been so out of it. I was writing in my journal and I wrote various words backwards. Just a sprinkle of words restating my true situation. Then my mother started with her… oh so pleasant way of telling me exactly what to do with my time and why her idea of my life is much better than mine, and she’s mostly right BUT STILL! So I walk out of the room. A few hours later she’s yelling at me because I had forgotten something she just told me.
Yes I ignore my mother – but this wasn’t the regular – I’m not going to do it. I had totally just forgotten it…
I’ll put something down and where the fuck did it go??? And I’m only on prescription drugs I SWEAR!

oh my....

Why is this funny?
Dancing Spiderman

is my blog fucked? on my screen it's misbehav'n and if it is...

i'm going to start a new blog, this one is done. I was going to type away about, well... crap basicly...(like this isn't?) but I think I'm going to leave most of the crap out - new blog - ? - new...
life? where do I get one of those?

I'm become increasingly aware that I'm not going to see The Format...
I didn't see the Cure - not going to see the Format, I wanted to see what Fall Out Boy was all about and they played in Chicago ONE DAY before I got there.

Maybe... I should just keep this blog...
'are you really retarded?'
...no...

Quilt update: I took my Eels T out of the closet – I couldn’t do it! I just couldn’t cut it all up! I TRIED! My Cure shirt is sitting by the sewing machine. I HAVE to make this quilt… (I HAVE TO FINISH SOMETHING!) so, the new plan is to purchase two shirts – one to wear, one to cut up… except if someone gives me a shirt to use, which I’ve decided warrants your name on the quilt, ( <-if it turns out nice, if it doesn’t no one has to know you gave it to me…) So here it is…

CALL TO ACTION!
If you have a band shirt you don’t use – don’t fit into anymore – would like to donate…
HAND IT OVER! ~ thank you for your support…

alright! go finish something!