|Current mood:|| crappy|
Last night I dreamt about you. Too bad I already fucked everything up. Too bad I said too much, or too little. Too bad I didn' know. Right now I am at home. Thinking about that dream, and watching Problem Child 3. It's pretty good... funny as hell... the kid is awesome. Anyway. I am sick today again. Partly self induced, partly real. YAWK! No body likes a flem ball... yikes. I have so much work to do. Alex and I are having major problems because aparently I have been abandoning my old friends. She is worried I am gonna turn into a druggy/slut. Ugh. My work load is obviously no excuse and the concert last friday doesn't count as me and Alex hanging out, so whatever. If she wants everything to go to hell then it will. Chris G. told me that I am gonna lose everything. He actually told me that. I told him I aready had and he said that I had given it up, not lost it. Yesterday sucked my ass. But now I am just bitching. This is the Lich Queen signing out- Peace.