it’s not the blues…the blues i can deal with, i can quietly sit by the window all contemplative and introspective and just be when i have the blues.
but no…it’s a little worse than that today.
i’ve been effectively blown off 5 times by two different people since sunday…fabulous, eh? yeah, i thought so to. it’s official: i’m socially repugnant! w00t!!!!! such a dubious accomplishment…
i got all stoopid emotional and retarded over a Friends rerun today and some damned hockey/figure skating movie on Showtime. i swear i’m a freak of fucking nature. god damned hormones, god damned emotions. fuck fuck fuck. i wish i could get *that* vaporized! get the retarded part of my brain zapped, ya heard.
and *of course* i ended up talking to the fucking rockstar today…and it was special…and i want to just bash my head into the wall until i stop being so fucking retarded over that kid. and i still think he’s on some sort of drugs:
rockstar (2:39:36 PM): sorry ia m wriing a song for a chior
rockstar (2:39:41 PM): it is cool
pineapple (2:39:43 PM): good luck with that
rockstar (2:39:57 PM): it is all auuuuuuuuuuuuuu auuuuuuuuuuuu auuuuuuuuuuuu auuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
rockstar (2:40:01 PM): it sounds nice
pineapple (2:40:08 PM): um…ok
rockstar (2:40:17 PM): and the sapranno sign so soowiiii shhhhhh ennnnnn
pineapple (2:40:29 PM): um…you’re silly
rockstar (2:40:43 PM): no i am being seious
honestly…what’s up with that boy? f’real?
and the other day he told me to suck his left nut… ::sobs:: i wouldn’t expect anyone else to understand, but that *really* got to me…in that “i miss him” kind of way. blegh.
the only good thing about today: I GOT TO TALK TO MY MIDGET!!! W00T!
my midget called, and i talked to her, and it was fabulous and i loves her to pieces!!! :) i was havin’ serious midget withdrawals, ya heard. best freaking thing ever was talkin’ to my midget.
ok so yeah, maybe today wasn’t that bad at all…talkin’ to the midget made it all better.