An Old Me.

clinical depression, an interracial engagement, feminism, general weirdness, and staying fabulous, or at the very least, functional, in this world. part manifesto / commentary, part social coping project to generate inspiration and positivity!

Mar 31, 2008

true insomnia cannot be induced!

can't sleep at all. i'm on someone else's meds right now and am loving the performance enhancing effects. now i am way too idle and listening to RHCP songs from my friend's laptop.

shit. i meant to type something meaningful. let's try:

i miss my "Jay."

shit.

hey, oh. listen what i say, oh..
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DAMNIT!
oh well, i tried. severely, fervently. honestly. not really.

i've been undertaking unique action today. it's highly confidential, so i'll probably be making a private post later about who a new gorgeous guy is that gives me attention now. my lips are sealed for now. not saying that i like what's going on [or that i don't. just saying that it's happening... and that he is gorgeous.] so there.

shit: my buddy's morning alarm just went off twice. well, goodmorning everyone! there are bad videos on vH1 right now and it's freezing in my dorm right now. i'm so jittery and not good for even beans right now.

don't take two and call me in the morning.

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