Friday, October 26, 2007
unemployed.
All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something
Hold on
Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown
And I don't know why
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something
Hold on
Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown
And I don't know why
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
romance
Commenting on the biggest, nastiest cold sore anyone has ever seen, I kid you not:
ME: I'm a mutant. I have a growth on my lip. And my moles got bigger. My moles are huge and I have a nasty mutation on my lip. I'm the ugliest I can be right now. If you still love me then I know I can be secure forever.
STEPHEN: Heh heh. I'm going poop right now.
ME: You're nasty.
sigh. l'amour.
STEPHEN: Heh heh. I'm going poop right now.
ME: You're nasty.
sigh. l'amour.
moles no more.
Stephen and I went to get our moles burned off yesterday. That is bad news for someone with a picking complex such as myself.