Spaz (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} spazishness) wrote,@ 2008-08-23 00:16:00 |
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So what exactly IS my motive?
So sleepy.
Spent the last two days cleaning the house for Brian's going away party and my 'I get my own room' party.
My brain is melting. Surly. Surely. Whatever. I need to start selling hairpieces because it's the only thing besides makeup I don't want to stab myself while doing.
I think my mom's brain is melting because she's walking around saying 'I love you' incessently, but such things aren't as abnormal as they should be.
I'm sick of sleeping in the livingroom because everyone sits on that goddamn couch, so I've become very terrortorial. No one sits there. I sleep. No one touches where I sleep. I'll get my room soon, and you'll get your couch back safe and sound...
Things melt, I be rollin' dirty. Thug liffeee.
So sleepy.
Spent the last two days cleaning the house for Brian's going away party and my 'I get my own room' party.
My brain is melting. Surly. Surely. Whatever. I need to start selling hairpieces because it's the only thing besides makeup I don't want to stab myself while doing.
I think my mom's brain is melting because she's walking around saying 'I love you' incessently, but such things aren't as abnormal as they should be.
I'm sick of sleeping in the livingroom because everyone sits on that goddamn couch, so I've become very terrortorial. No one sits there. I sleep. No one touches where I sleep. I'll get my room soon, and you'll get your couch back safe and sound...
Things melt, I be rollin' dirty. Thug liffeee.
