11:58 a.m. - 2008-07-11
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Sleep. Its like, it doesnt really matter much to me at this point in time. Its like, I dont really need it.
Listening to something I said I'd never listen to.
I'm still using my laptop. Its like home to me. Boy got me a desktop. But, this little girl still gets it good enough to write on. Using it for anything much than that just takes too much effort.
But, the keyboard is... It fits my fingers like a glove. Its where I do most of my writing and boy just, he has a hard time understanding that. He is slightly, hurt really that I dont use the new gal. He thinks I dont like it, but I do. I just dont want to muck her up.
Oh well. I have a few bones I think I'm going to go get coffee and find some clothes to fuck up. I need something to keep my hands busy.
I just went into the bathroom and noticed how it looks like a mad house in there. Razors and cotton balls laying around everywhere.
fuck.
