iron kitten

My Life
2004-02-01 11:34:54 (UTC)

It's A Screwed Up World

I'm not the only person who feels invisible or who has
problems. I know this.

I live with the most immature person who is biologically a
year older than I, but, well, he needs to grow up.

I, on the other hand, am just fucked up.

:)

Ya gotta laugh or you'll end up cryin'.

I laugh.

I have no real friends at this point in my life. I am my
own best friend, and I don't do a good job at that. I said
I won't thrax again, but I am already planning it for Monday.

C'est la vie. hopefully life WILL go on.

it's 6:30 am and I've been up since 2, but I slept yesterday
from 8 am till 2 am and only got up to pee and to eat once;
again to eat at 7 am.

If I give up thrax, I have to remember not to eat too much
or I'll gain weight.

My house renter/friend is working on 600 pounds. No joke.
He's on a slow suicide. His addiction: food, mine:
thrax. Only difference is that mine could kill me with one
smoke, his, over time. Addictions suck. I want to be
addicted to exercising, at least to an extent. And when I
don't thrax, I'm addicted to cleaning the house, only it's
not mine and these people don't give a damn. This place
smells like a urinal. It's gross. Both the neighbor and
roomie went to pee and neither one of them washed their
hands. YUCK.

Even this keyboard is greasy/dirty.

Denial is not just a river in Egypt.

Still not writing what I really want to write.

Should I go to Chuckles Monday or stay here to thrax?
Friday roomie came in so often he killed the buzz I was
after. No place to thrax. Is that a sign????????

time to *think*

~peace




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