what’s the point of talking…
yep…
this sounds about right, minus certain interesting and pertinent facts…
lots of nothing
i’m totally in love with
metro stations cheesy pop song…
also the new 90210 remake
just became even more freaking crazy need to watch
KELLY FREAKIN TAYLOR
returns as a guidance counciler…
who better than raped, stabbed, drugged, druggie, alcoholic, miscarrying, best friend boyfriend and brother schlumping, cultist, hanging with a lesbian while a face is burned in a fire, david silvers stepsister…to be the voice of reason and maturity…
please tell me dylan is coming back!!
it poured….
it’s been raining for days it seems…
i feel on edge
waiting, napoleanic
though he never waited- just conquered
nothing ventured, nothing gained…
patience, not my strong suit
why, oh why do i keep having dreams that i move into a serial killers house
more importantly- why do these dreams not freak me out?
hmmmm….
still raining
but on an excellent note- GOSSIP GIRL tonite…yeah
midweek socially conscious awareness…
makes me feel guilty about my future purchase of new running shoes…
damn global economy
monday is the right time ….
also, watched two episodes of torchwood last nite…
people- they were eating people!!!!!!!!!!
the horror
obscure =
it always amuses me
it happened last nite
with a comment that made me go “whoa”
it took me a moment to get my mind around it
is it true? is that how it all seems?
should i be upset or chastised (because i kinda deserved it)
so i sat for a few minutes and processed it
what it was
someone felt the need to project their issues onto me
or the person that they see…
my narcissistic, self-involved self is more concerned that i am not concerned with it…
