Tuesday, December 10, 2002

i have got to chill out. between all the pop-ups, the fake version of a song i keep trying to download, and the squealing car that is circling my apartment complex... it is enough to make someone homicidal i swear. this place is still a mess, and i have clothes in the washign machine, in the laundry room that has a checkered floor. i tried putting the towels away that i cleaned months ago, but they don't fit right in the cabinet under the sink and it is enough to make me cry. what i hate most about laundry day is that you can't wash what you are wearing, and i hate that. i really want that prescription that i can't find.

Sunday, December 08, 2002

the science of pms- there is none

i am fat, ugly and disgusting. i can not stand myself, and i live in the hugest mess. my dirty dishes have sat there for awhile, and i feel stupid in these clothes. i am destined for nothing but hell. i coudl rip apart everything in here right now including my annoying stomach. when i start to clean up everything, i will only get more and more frusterated.

if this is not PMS, i am very scared.

Thursday, December 05, 2002

greasy hair and crusty eyes.

"i am sure the truth is beautiful." - jay quinn band, i need

i've been in houston for the past week or so, and i guess i have a lot of work to do. i fell in love with houston all over again, and i mean the city this time, not my damn cat.