Delusions of Grandeur

[rockettqween]

So, since when did I suddenly realize that instead of this crazy icon I hold myself to be I'm just another slightly more than nobody. I am not truly great at anything. Dammit... So when a group of people piss me off and I say, "They can't do this to me, don't they know who I am?" The answer is. "no."

I wanna be truly great!!!

Why does that take so much work?

Rats. I need push pins. Looks like I'm putting up pictures. Looks like I've been guided in yet another direction I wasn't expecting to go. Looks like it's a good thing. I made cookies tonight. Wheat free and tasty. Chocolate with white chocolate chips. MMMMM.....

I get domestic when I'm depressed.

I may even do dishes and sort socks.

Got invited to a "Pimp 'n' Ho" theme party this weekend. Sounds like a blast. You must come dressed as a pimp or a ho. Groovy stuff.

I'm ovulating.

Sometimes I hate being a girl.

I'm broke. I still have no job. I am both greatful and mortified by this.

I had brown rice crust pizza with soy cheese for dinner last night.

I hate being allergy ridden.

At least PCC loves me.

Okay PCC is not the only thing that loves me.

If PCC really loved me, they'd give me free spelt flour.

I have a long way to go.

If I ever get married again, I want to wear a slinky red dress and the ceremony must be performed by an Elvis impersonator. I want my friends to get trashed and start a kick-line at the reception.

You can do the hand jive to the song, "Warm Leatherette". I've actually gotten strangers to do this with me with very little effort.

I love talking people into doing stupid harmless things they would never ever do.

I am a rock. I am an island.

I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer.

Jim, go back to bed. It's not time to drink yet. You have to wait til 6 in this state.

I got a black magic marker.

I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're humping all your sheep.

I wish he'd stop playing computer games so we could go home, eat cookies and fuck.

I must be physically removed from the front of this computer.

I am trapped in the glare of pale white screen with black letters I create.

Were goin' down. Down I tell you! DOWN!!!!

No matter where you go, I can still hear you when you frown.

I hate you and what you've done to me. Granted 50% was my fault, but fuck you anyway. I didn't know any better. Maybe you didn't either, but I find myself not getting over it. Nope. Not getting over it.

I need a vacation.

I'm learning to fucking relax okay?

I'm not a spoiled brat, I'mnotI'mnotI'mnot.

I can't take it anymore. I want to eat cookies and fuck.