wow…3 a.m.
long time no see…oh wait, oh yeah…oh right…how could i forget…i was in the same fucking place YESTERDAY! *growl*
thes late night non-sleeping spells are really doing nothing to help my sunny disposition, ya heard. nothing. at. all. i have come to the conclusion that sleep is nothing more than a vicious, vicious rumor that some sadist started to torture me. i wouldn’t mind if i weren’t so fucking bored.
- my gym is closed.
- my roommate is a douchebag.
- my will to clean my room has dissipated.
- my eyes are revolting against me.
- my midget is eating.
- my desire for a post-midnight snack is nonexistent.
- CL is a sleep.
- the rockstar is most likely asleep.
- jetta is asleep.
- i’ve already cleaned everything else.
- i can’t find the stand.
- i finished reading sex, drugs & cocoa puffs…
- i can’t find my remote.
- i don’t have the attention span to draw anything.
*sighs*
“i don’t know the answer…but your mother’s a whore!”
