currently: mew?

*listening to David Bowie, Heathen*

I just took a stupid survey for the company that provides my dad with free webtv. It was all about alcohol, and my dad was sitting behind me the whole time. So, now he knows I drink. The man who disapproves of just about any damn thing enjoyable ('cept porn) knows that I not only smoke but drink, as well. Joy. I must make him so proud. Oddly, he didn't say anything about it. That's one great thing about being 23. He can't say a damn thing.

Anyhoo, I just got home from work and tomorrow's my day off. Hurrah.

There's nothing in my stomach, so I'm just going to sit back and enjoy the Breezers I have left over from the other night. When I run out of those, there's always Vodka and Bourbon to turn to. This from the girl who said she was going to just stop drinking. Turns out, soon as I said that, alcohol became a lot more appealing. The key is moderation.

Wish I could pound that into some of my friends' heads. They just drink and drink and... uh... drink. Then, they wonder why they feel like shit all the time.

This person in the audio department at work was blasting some Christian channel after we closed. I turned to my coworkers and said, "If this continues, I'm going to burst into flames."

Hmm... I have to find something to do since I have the night completely free. I was going to play RO for a bit, but it won't let me on. GRR to that.

I wonder how Rask is doing.

BLARRRRRRGHHHHHHH...... bored.

All the scars in the world could not make you ugly to me, for I know what's under the skin. Skin is unimportant when you've gotten a taste of something so sweet.

Off to find something to do.

4:13 p.m.

currently: I have no place to go

*listening to Haujobb, Polarity*

Have to go to work in a little over an hour. =/

My fingers are all trembly from doing push-ups.... ksdfhlkhff weeee.

If I could get my ass to the gym on a regular basis, I wouldn't have to resort to exercising at home... in my tiny cubicle of space. Oh, well, I'm going to up my gym visits soon... with or without company.

Nyar Nyar

MEWWW

Losing comprehension of language.

Space

Spacious

Capricious.

Hmmm...........

Take your iron. Stupid little red pill.

Ow tummy ache. pah

Water good. Blood pressure good. Pulse bad. Smoking bad. >_< Over the counter speed bad. Err....

Blood in general, good. My blood, bad.

Sunshine=good. Sunshine=Freckles=bad.

Silver nail polish=good.

Distance=bad.

MOO.

1:53 p.m.

currently: Erk

*listening to VNV Nation, FuturePerfect, again ^_^*

Sleep is good.

Finding out Rask got hurt is not. Gave me weird dreams.

I don't like being powerless. It drives the alpha female in me insane.

I received a strange e-mail this morning from Kyla, who is at Rask's house to take care of him. Yoinks. She spells about as decently as he does. I don't really know how to feel about the e-mail or anything. So much has happened lately that my brain is going somewhat numb. It isn't unpleasant. I simply can't feel anything in my usual overwhelming way. Still, on that cool, blank surface of my heart... names are etched which hold just enough magic to keep me going. Some of the names have faded, and some are carved so deeply that they almost pierce the surface.

Wolf Man told me, "Let it happen," when I said I was in love. "Just let it happen."

I dreamed I was running with Coyotes. (they didn't look like coyotes, mind you, but that's what they were called in the dream) I was kin to them or something.

Give me time, for our time is endless, but mine is not. And I will come to you. I will find the path which leads to your smile. This I have promised myself.