"And every word you say, say something sweet. 'Cause all I taste is blood between my teeth."
Hurrah for malls. My friends provide, for me, a temporary escape from reality. With them, it's not that I'm not still a freak, but they accept it. I know that I'm weird, I'll acknowledge it. But when I come home, it's back to Mary the weird kid. I hate it. I hate myself sometimes. I'm not going to go into the specifics of why I feel this way at this particular time because I have to eat before I go to work at six. It would take too long.
Well, since Jene is the only one who was there and reads my blog, Yay! Marley Station sucks, but the elevator is fun. Yes. Totally.
"Don't wanna recognize when things go bad."
Conor got his permit thingy from the stupid DMV today. So he's all, *excitement*. Grr. I'm mad at him. Not because of that, but because he had to go TODAY! THe most inconvenient of all days. Psh.
I don't feel like changing. I have to, though. Bu not yet. I'll go eat dinner, then come change, take some crap out of my purse so I can fit my giant Stephen King four-novel-book thing in there. Yep.
"Spaceman that can't get hi-i-igh."
Peace out.
Later.
--Scottie: Every Inch You See Is Bruised
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Hey, I've been feeling the same exact way lately... I think I'll go talk about it on by blog.
Hmmm... I was in Germany, so I wasn't thinkinh much. I missed you all though : D
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