Strike Out

Well surprise, surprise. I can't sleep. I don't seem to be doing too much of that these days. Even if I take/do/inhale mind altering substances of the prescription or the plant type. I just can't sleep. My body becomes overwhelmingly tired, and yet my mind continues to race on. Wondering about tomorrow, the next day, the next week, month, year. Where I'll be in two months and how I'll spend all that extra money that is coming in, that I really need to make sure I put in a new savings account that I'm going to have to open up, instead of to all those cute little boutiques around town, and shoe stores and to that damned M.A.C. counter at Nordstroms.

I wish someone would curl up beside me and just play with my hair ever so lightly. It always makes me feel so relaxed and sleepy like. Too bad I can't just order someone into my bed.

I found our new room mate. I knew she was the one. We instantly were friends. I knew she was going to be awesome. It's not 100% finalized, I need Jessica to come home and meet her for it to be all said and done. She came over at 6:20 to see the place and didn't end up leaving until ten after eight. We both know a lot of the same people and a few we both hate no despise. Her name is Jaclyn, well to name one and she's just so overly pretentious I could smack her fake, drawn on eye brows right off her mishapen little face. Me a hater, no way. I just have this deep belief that ugly people shouldn't breed, er rather that if you are going to be a cunterella at least have the decency to leave the party when the clock strikes midnight. Anyhow, we joked and I said the word cunt in various different ways a few hundred times and then she left.

I'm going to have to force myself to go wash my face and crawl into bed now, I have a busy friday ahead of me.