Stream of Conciousness Post, if I think it, it's here, there is no filter.

20 hours...

*blinks at the clock* 21 hours...

That's how long I've been awake. Goddess I would kill to be flat lining. You know, that flat, emotional wasteland where you don't care about anything, don't feel anything, and just simply exist...at least you get sleep there...

*zones out*

Added 9.12am

Why are my ciggerettes in the trash? What bloody reason could there be for that? Fucking hell. I'm going to blame it on ciggerette suicide.

Anyway, am reading John's LJ (would link but I suck so ya'll can go find it yourselves) while looking for something I saw on it LAST time I looked...only to realize the last time I looked was monthes ago. I'm a bad friend *slaps hand*. I can only blame it on the fact last time I read it he was doing bits of essay and I tended to go cross eyed around the first sentance.

...Did I just write storked instead of stroked in that email...well that's an intresting thing to do during sex..."Honey, can I stork you tonight?" *bangs head on desk*

Added 9.24am

How to know when you last checked one of your friends LJ's....look for the last thing you knicked from them and then count the monthes. I remember stealing something from John last time I looked at his LJ (it was a quiz before you get all hot and bothered) and I posted it...January 29, 2003. Bad friend, bad friend!

Crashed: 10.00am: Twenty two hours of hell.

Stream of Conciousness Post, if I think it, it’s here, there is no filter.

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

20 hours…

*blinks at the clock* 21 hours…

That’s how long I’ve been awake. Goddess I would kill to be flat lining. You know, that flat, emotional wasteland where you don’t care about anything, don’t feel anything, and just simply exist…at least you get sleep there…

*zones out*

Added 9.12am

Why are my ciggerettes in the trash? What bloody reason could there be for that? Fucking hell. I’m going to blame it on ciggerette suicide.

Anyway, am reading John’s LJ (would link but I suck so ya’ll can go find it yourselves) while looking for something I saw on it LAST time I looked…only to realize the last time I looked was monthes ago. I’m a bad friend *slaps hand*. I can only blame it on the fact last time I read it he was doing bits of essay and I tended to go cross eyed around the first sentance.

…Did I just write storked instead of stroked in that email…well that’s an intresting thing to do during sex…”Honey, can I stork you tonight?” *bangs head on desk*

Added 9.24am

How to know when you last checked one of your friends LJ’s….look for the last thing you knicked from them and then count the monthes. I remember stealing something from John last time I looked at his LJ (it was a quiz before you get all hot and bothered) and I posted it…January 29, 2003. Bad friend, bad friend!

Crashed: 10.00am: Twenty two hours of hell.