it’s like this sub-conscious thing — where the neck and shoulder pains start that dull pounding the moment i got into the car to drive to work this morning. my brain is working in overdrive thanks to a relentlessly insistent imagination; where even my dreams are getting invaded. little surprise that i’m so brain-dead after a full night’s sleep. i need to get over this current emo phase already. find a new, fantastic something to obsess over so i won’t mope about endlessly replaying impossible possibilities in my head.
as stated before to M earlier this past weekend: this is quite possibly the first time ever in all my years that i truly feel life to be Unfair.
i could spend some time today figuring out issues for le cuz — but i don’t want to. change into pj’s and plop onto the couch to enjoy a wee trigun marathon is vastly more appealing. there’s just too many things to do though. most of it pushing in on top of the emo that’s currently swimming through my head.
not that it’s a bad day or anything. lunch was fab and i got me a pair of jack sparrow mouse ears. hotness! i mean, yarrr~!!
and, so like, this is really cool to see, but being the wonky person i am, all i can think of is omg that water balloon is so CUTE!!
i am uber broke. wtf. i don’t even do anything. besides eat lunch.
seriously irritated by life at large. which means my lips itch, i’m sore all over, there’s a faint headache, i can’t breathe right, and why why why!!! i’m having a bad hair day.
boo. :(
stupid fashion things
what’s with
- tops that are too long to be a top but too short to be a dress
- faux croc leather held together by chain straps (this was lame in the 80s already)
- handbags featuring more hardware than my local home depot
- shoe tips curling up and pretending to be arabian nights
- shoe tips that are so pointy i can spear a small dog with them
- shoes featuring fucking elastic
- leggings
- primary-colored every damn thing (so. ugly.)
- shabby chic style finishes (wtf i can tear and rip my own clothing thankyou)
- hobo styled handbags (no, i don’t want to carry a shapeless sack!)
- handbags that are horizontally longer than i am tall
- so over with that stupid peasant style. i’m not a hippy dammit.
- plastic accessories attempting to take over costume jewelry
shopping is so hard these days because apparently most designers left their sense of style in the trailer park.
a friend is someone who will point and laugh when you inadvertently reveal your flub and yet still buy you lunch because you are depressed over other flub. they’ll tell you straight without condescension if something you do is ludicrous. they don’t confuse self-obsessive melodrama with friendship. and they are totally personal without invading your person. easier said than done. only three people i know do that. so i’ll admit to having three best friends from way back when, up to and including this minute. three really awesome people.
did you know that my hair is so long that i have to fold it into itself when i build a ponytail? hassle. hair can be such a hassle.
i’m so tired that i feel near collapse with each breath i take. it’s ridiculous. boo. i don’t even think i’ve done anything of note in the past, errr, half year? shoulder blades are IN PAIN.
to remedy all my whininess, i really wanna go to vegas. yarrr!!!