i'm tired,but can't sleep. have to take melatonin and reverse my internal clock.

i'm hungry,but can't eat. no frigging thing to eat .nothing.and Pizza Hut is closed. why do they have to close at 11:30 pm??

My cravings find awesome timings. Now only they had to chat. i mean start. dammit bhel puri!!

wouldn't mind a Frankie too at that...

no one is online,to atleast allow myself to justify my being online and not jobless at 2:34 am. there goes my pride. what pride? pfft.

my ex-boyfriend messages exactly two weeks after i'd told him not to contact me ever again. now that's explainable. it's always been happenning!

Dug 1/4th carton of frozen Appy out of the freezer and attacked it with an ice pick and a hammer. nice only it tastes,though my keyboard didn't enjoy it as much as i did.

Here i am,sitting with an empty coffee mug in front of me and my English text next to me. What was my reason for being online again? oh yeah,i was researching William Wordsworth's 'Three Years She Grew' to blow the examiners away. LMAO. when have i ever studied for English?

I'm runnung out of words to type in this post. Yet my fingers linger over the keyboard...index over the mouse button,unwilling to post,and put and end to my terrible sorry excuse for staying online...

 



Current Mood: Thoughtful
Current Music: Marijuana-Nirvana