Updates & Shit

I'm going back to school. I'm drinking this drink I've created called Morning Sunrise in the Dark it's pretty tasty and I'm high off it as we speak. I don't think I'm going to add gifs to this post until I sober up properly. I'm just gonna type like mad like Tarantino wishes. His chicken pecking ass makes okay movies though.

I'm in love I'm in love, I'm in love. And I want to add wit a stripper at the end because his lips are so fucking PROMISCUOUS. I'll probably delete this later, because it's so fucking embarrassing. Ugh, I don't know. I'm 31, but I feel seventeen all over again. I'm manic as fuck. And maybe Lexapro isn't the way, but I also get gaslit every goddamn day about it, my ass is so burnt.

I want to hear back from Paige, more so than the scholarship interview I have on Monday. I want zine creators to like me and hop on their dick of motivation to create homemade zines, ya know? I'm not even sure I really want to work in Youth Services, but I need the cash, my mom is going to be egyptianized with all of hers. And why shouldn't she? She works a hell of a lot harder than my brain would ever allow.

Hmmm, I have fucking therapy tomorrow, and I'm not looking forward to crying. I just want to have sex and drink. Ugh. But, functional-happy-person or whatever, it's what the fictionalized god that smiles down on each one of us would want, right? I got a new laptop. It's fucking dope. Daniel Johnston art as the background and all.

I want him to call.

He will.

I'm just impatient as fuck when it comes to time.