Don't feel good. Very uncomfortable, guilty, & "meh." Maybe i'm just pathetic & lame.

And she officially makes no fucking sense. Observe:

One moment: she hates smoking. The next: she hates cigarettes, but pot's ok! The next: she's ohmygod so tired of smoking, but after walking around downtown trying to get pot for hours, she'll smoke it! And cigarettes, too, while she's high off of an energy drink. They calm her down, she says.

One moment: she's a vegetarian. The next: a vegan. The next: getting food from McDonald's.

And telling me all this shit & then going inside to get away from mosquitoes with such a dismissive farewell... am i supposed to really care anymore? Such feelings contrast & clash against others, to the point where i completely confuse myself. I am constantly at odds with myself. I can't explain myself to myself, much less to anyone else. Does that sound mad? Oh, whatever. Who cares.

In other news, i'm on Etsy. Just in case.

And now, for your entertainment (you seriously have got to watch this; it's hysterical):

Sadly, the page i went to for Fellowship Engrish captions is apparently gone. And the same for all but the few RotK ones, it seems. And there is a large flying cockroach or something lurking around down here, & am more squirrely than usual for some reason. It's large & it flies, so for some reason, i'm acting all "omg!" about it. Can't get close enough to catch it-- at least, not without being paranoid.

12:20 a.m. | July 22, 2008

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