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I’ve got a bunch of little cuts on my shoulder and I don’t know where they came from. /closet emo
I have to wash the car today and I really, really don’t feel like it.
I painted my nails white yesterday. :D
My contacts FINALLY came today. Kinda hurting my eyes a little as I have not worn any for two months and they’re brand new. But I’ll get used to it by tomorrow or the day after, I’m sure. Srsly though. $185 for two tiny little pieces of special plastic. SIGH.
School starts in a week. While working less will be great, it’s… school.
Lately, I’ve been unconsciously chewing on my cheeks. Especially at night when I’m sleeping. It’s depressing when your cheeks are sore that it hurts to smile. XD EMOOOOO
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In more ways than one.
I hate myself sometimes.
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The Toyminator (sequel to The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse) and The Brightonomicon by Robert Rankin. I wanted to get The Witches of Chiswick but there was only one copy, so Cam took it. I’ll have to pick it up when they get more in stock. I’m excited for The Toyminator. :D
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I just cut my finger open. Fucking ow. My finger’s losing blood like a breached submarine loses air.
Fuck you peanut butter tin foil.
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I am fucking tired of being called useless.
I haven’t seriously considered picking a direction and just driving until I run out of gas for a long time until today. Then I think, what happens when I run out of gas?
I think that’s the only reason I’m still sitting here right now.
It’s like grinding your shoulder blade against the surface you’re leaning on and claiming to be Roger Rabbit. If I could ask my doppelgänger why the woman with the large breasts and short cut dress is so shrill, I suppose I’d only be met with equally unimaginable mumblings.
But then, maybe Roger Rabbit wasn’t real and Eddie Valiant was just an unfortunately lonely person.
A couple years of this and Toontown will be a regularity in an uninspired life.
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They’ve been home for 8 hours.
I’ve been yelled at/talked down to/degraded about six times already.
Cried once.
They didn’t even say thank you. Or I missed you. Or how about a fucking “I love you”?
It’s a wonderful life.
For the record, Dad? I fucking dislike you.
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Really is too much right now.
I can’t maintain a living space and yard this big while working 37 hours a week for this long. It doesn’t work.
Feeling a little depressed. No, I don’t want to talk about it.
I think work might try to shirk my weekend off this weekend. They better not.
[12:24 a.m.]
I love you, Sammy. <3
