Monday, April 18, 2005

:: Irr ::

It's a fucking day gone wrong - thank god i didn't have to do anything important today.
Good that i woke up late and didn't have anything much to do.

EVERYTHING JUST FELT SO WRONG

...i even dropped venomiss. That makes it the third time now. No scratches though, but fuck it hurt my ears to listen to the clang.

I just had enough of everything when i originally wanted to catalogue the stuff that i bought, so i was digging through my cupboard to look for the obey tee i bought - and realized a little cleaning was in order.

Just looking at all the shit i found inside made me all dizzy and fucked up and i just threw everything back inside when originally i just wanted to stack stuff up nicely. Fuck i even forgot how to fold my shirts properly.

This is really just pissing me off. Sms-ing feels wrong, walking around feels wrong, stuff smells wrong and even typing this down feels wrong.

WRONG WRONG WRONG.

So fuck the catalogue, there will be no pictures tonight.

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spoken. at 11:03 PM



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