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I'm not a bitch, I just have a low bullsh*t tolerance...

Posted Jun 16 2008 6:12pm


Walking around with an angry scowl today.

Had a panic attack in the middle of Charlestown shopping centre.


Went to YAAD. Handed in assignment. Made awesome rede beads. Will post piccy soon.

Feel SO sick.

Pale, queasy, aching muscles, head and neck ache.


Too much caffeine still doesn't keep me awake, so I sleep.

But it's ok, I guess.

One day I'll wake up.

And realise how much of my life I've wasted.

But not now.

Not yet.

Just ten more minutes.... Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........

Scrabble. And Word Twist. And Scramble.

And Wine glasses molded to represent the 7 deadly sins.

YOU are on my mind. And YOU too.

Tomorrow = grocery shopping.

Candy lips that look really cool.

Stickerz and funny sayings.

Rose quartz and Sandalwood.

Buddha on a box.

A pussy purse.

All totally contextual. So, never mind.

Ramblings, loony today, for sure.

Forced laughter.

Hidden anger.

Why can't I write for B? I'm so ashamed.

There's still time to delete it, right?

Stuff it.

In the long run, it doesn't really matter.

How much of these little things will we remember on our death bed?

Not much, I suspect.

The big things - love, pain, change, learning, people. These really matter I think.

Scowling - because it scares people away...

Keeps me safe?

Who knows.

Another mask, I guess.

Charlestown Square is madness. DON'T go there!


Must sleep.

Dreams within dreams...


Sleep tight.


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