Kristen

I've had a Nyquil pill stuck in my throat for the past 15 minutes.
No. Really.

Okay, I need some motivation here.

First: Afternoon tea.
Second: Clean my room.
EDIT: Third: Paint. Music. (Not enough time to paint successfully.)
Fourth: Work.
Fifth: Paint.
Sixth: Organize.
Seventh: Take pills.
Eighth: Write
Ninth: Sleep.

Now that it's in writing, I can easily accomplish more. Only because I like to write checkmarks.

Yes. Yes, I am weird.

Okay, seriously, I've never even experienced one friend die.

But two in one month? This is more than I can deal with emotionally. It doesn't help that Brooks was telling me about all his diseases and that he'll probably die by 30. And two people very close to me are in remission.

This is getting ridiculous. I need like, separation from human contact.

R.I.P Jabari.
Even though I didn't know you well, I had fun those couple of times I met you.

=(

Hallways -always -Lways -ways -ayes -yes -S.


SssS.

Z

Oh, Zampano...

So I found out I'm not pregnant due to immaculate conception.

That's it. I'm going on the pill. I need some regulation here.

I'm the spider, I'm the spider.
Crawl inside her.

Lovely day for an afternoon band practice at Bandstand, eh?

Cheers!