OH I am SO sick...I feel like someone shoved germ covered cotton wads in all the orifices in my head. Someone please be nice & shoot me.
*cough* I finally got some weed, yesterday. But, I dont even feel like smoking it. How's THAT for ill?! Can't even get myself in the mood to get high. I went & saw Amanda. We watched The Secretary. Oh my GOD! That movie...is like...*THE BEST* movie *EVER*. I once thought Kevin Spader was hot, & I'd do him...but now I think he is the *Ultra-Uber-Super-Sexy* & I want to be his personal bitch for the rest of my life.
I'm now fully regretting dying my hair blue. I hate it, I want it gone. No more crappy blue. *spit* It's EVIL! I should have done something I can co-ordinate my clothes with. Even though I alternate my 3 hoodies & 6 pairs of pants. I've got a plethora of clothes in my closet that I just dont want to wear. I should toss them all out & tell Dad I need more clothes. More...but he wont buy me the kind of stuff I like. He get's all mad about it. No corsets, NO vinyl pants, NO NO NO freaky tall boots! He wants me in pretty pink froo froo girly shit.
Of course, last time he gave me money for clothes shopping, I came back with a facial accessory ( sp? ) instead. He's still pretty fuckin pissed about that. Oh well though.
So tonight may or may not be coffee date with London night. I dunno. Depends on how shitty I feel. If I really am sick-sick, then I dont wanna go. I am not a firm believer in relying on someone elses immune system. I'd rather just avoid spreading illness all together.
So, when I do in fact, get a job at Target...I'm going to hang around here until next spring I think, then I'm moving the fuck out. Jacob broke up with his woman Audra, so he might be on the lookout for a roomy, which I have no problem with. I miss hanging out with Jacob. But I'm not tolorating rodent stench, & stinky punk slummers on the floor all the time. WHich I doubt he does anymore. I dunno...it's the meds talking.
Need food...
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