10:23 a.m. - 2008-10-29
3,700.
Its so cold. My hands, my fingers my nose is cold. Three or so odd days.
I'm off Halloween. So's boy.
Pink pills. I keep beating this Jordan kid. Keep beating him. Smarts. He has them. Just, can't keep up with me.
Which makes me smile. Because it seems so few can.
My lips are so chapped. I can't wait for it to smell like snow. I can't wait for it to snow. I should carve my pumpkin. I should. But I wont. I shold get more, and cook the seeds, but I'm just not sure I see myself doing that.
Though, I do see myself making chicken and dumplings tonight. Well, that is if I wake up in enough time. I also have to go to Fay-town. Bleh. To buy a cd.
I'm slowing down now.
