Your crazy is showing… again….

My brain hurts.

it does not want to do any more work today.

i haven’t been able to do crap. I have been randomly reading favs but that’s it.

Blah!

so my Kim asked me to start posting my little Sims Stories again. So I think I’ll start to do that. Plus, I have much… taboo to share. Oh the debaucherousness! ha ha.

I just have to be careful who I allow to host my pics. Hmmm… Stupid photobucket likes to delete peoples pics! shame!

Anyway… so I might do some of that tonight.

I’m also gonna set up the Christmas tree for my boys room. I think they’ll like the cheer.

did I talk about the crazy dream I had this weekend?

Yeah, I had a dream that I stabbed my roommate. I wish it was real. He just creeps me out and I really get a horrible vibe from him. It’s just not good at all. Oh lord let me OUT OF THAT HOUSE.

and then I had a dream that Baboo and I were watching a basketball game marathon on tv and everytime his team won he got to have anal sex with me. and he’d be like "IT’S MY TURN!"

*blink*

I don’t know.

It was weird and very graphic, for my body felt it all.

I’m not a fan of the booty pokes.

no no no.

WHA.

I’m obviously in a delirium with nothing important to say.

I’m listening to my old emo music. It makes me want to wear black and write poetry.

I took a picture of some bubble wrap. I will post pictures when I get home.

I don’t understand that site "Twitter"

Does anybody use it here? I just feel so alone there.

Baboo is trying to make me a traitor. He showed me this blogging site called Vox. It scares me. I can’t "GET INTO IT"… because i’m already "into here"… like… i am comfy here.

there I am new. and I have to stick my nose into other peopels STUFF and what if they don’t like my nose?

I don’t even like my nose.

I don’t have any idea what’s for dinner. I don’t think I’ll eat much cuz I feel barfy.

I think I’ll make hot dogs. My  kids love those. It’s eitehr that or something else fast, like Ragu spagetti. They might like that. i should make some biscuits. We still have a tray of cupcakes. how random can i be. can ikeep tyingintothisparagraph and who will read it?

you did!!!

oh my.

you silly you.

i’m feeling very ephemeral. like i’m not in my body and my fingers are just typing the madness that is actually boring but i can’t stop myself.

and then i might barf.

ha ha.

oh the barf.

i have had 8 cups of water today, it doesn’t feel like enough because I’m still thirsty. maybe i have diabetes. and boy would that suck. but boy would i lose weight! and boy would that make me vain.

I think I’m scared of being skinny. cuz I know me. I’d kill myself trying to be cute.

and then I’d be dead.

I’m gonna go.

cuz this is getting out of contro.

cuz the "L" doesn’t go

oh don’t you know.

go with the flow

and stop writing stupid poems about nothing you dummy.

I flee.

where?

where.

ummm… over here!

I see you.

shut up.

*sigh*

don’t sigh!

i will if i want.

you’re showing this side of you again, you KNOW it scares people.

so they should be scared, shouldn’t they?

well they are now, nothing you can do about it.

i could post this entry on private!

no don’t do that!

why!

cuz i want a cookie

oh me too.

lets get one

we have none

lets cry then.

ok

 

wow. (shut up!)