oo3.

I’m pretty sure i’m a happy person, but there are times when i just don’t know. Life scares me, i don’t think there is every a moment when i’m not stressing, worried, or anxious about something. I need to start taking paxil, or smoking pot, or something. Tapping my fingers and biting my nails isn’t cutting it anymore. I incessantly braid my hair. When i created this blog i didn’t have a life. Sitting around my bedroom, staring at my walls, waiting. Waiting instead of doing. Waiting instead of learning. Waiting instead of theorizing conspiracy theories. Now i work, i work long days and i come home, take a hot bath, and lay against my heating pad. I’m sore, but i’m happy. I’m happiest when i’m off work. Something about work makes me appreciate my time more. I had the day off and it’s over, i’m just a few minutes from doing it in and drifting off the sleep. I’m so glad there isn’t anybody to keep me up. Everybody is leaving earlier than me for a change, before i wake up even. That’s nice. I’m so happy that Bobbi Anderson’s dog is getting younger, i really hope it doesn’t die, that’d be too sad for me. I have cable now, no bravo but HGTV, Comedy Central, History, and the Discovery channels are all i need. It’s weird seeing commercials again.

10:13pm. I have to get up in.. 8 hours. I’ll make it.

 no little picture this time. i was tooo lazy.