I'm Afraid of the Dark
Aug. 13th, 2002 03:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rockettqweenThe power went out at our place. Just in a 1/2 block radius. Because I have some irrational fear that if I can't make the lights go then I am obviously still dreaming and I will have to fight to wake up because I am trapped and can't find where my body is sleeping(recurring lucid nightmare), we came to my workout partner's parents house. We watched some bad movie about evolving creatures allergic to head and shoulders or something (oops didn't mean to spoil the ending) and then while channel surfing found Orgazmo the mormon turned porno superhero masterpiece. We may be using the hot tub in a bit. My workout partner is watching the simulated sex channel. Boob jobs and fake head for us all!!!
No startling revelations today. I got some advice on how to handle panic attacks/flashbacks which I may try to implement.
Wait... I did realize that I am more paranoid that people hate me and are out to get me at 12-step meetings than anywhere else. I'm not sure why this is.
I miss Las Vegas still.
The desert keeps calling. I may have to change my number.
I'm getting good enough at pool that I may try doing it while wearing 7-inch platform stillettos again. It's a great way to piss of misogynists. Beat them badly while looking incredibly hot.
I'm going through an angry phase right now.
I also want to scream random shit in public like "PEACHES TASTE GOOD MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!! EAT FIVE A DAY YOU STUPID FUCKS!!!!!!!"
I don't have a fucking clue what I'm doing with my life. I think that's the first step to greatness.
101 tiny monkeys say I am a rabid squirrel.
Now I'm beginning to understand why.
Henry Rollins is kinda hot.
I should probably just quit entering random nonsense and go have sex in the hot tub provided my workout partner has not fallen asleep in front of the simulated sex channel.
No startling revelations today. I got some advice on how to handle panic attacks/flashbacks which I may try to implement.
Wait... I did realize that I am more paranoid that people hate me and are out to get me at 12-step meetings than anywhere else. I'm not sure why this is.
I miss Las Vegas still.
The desert keeps calling. I may have to change my number.
I'm getting good enough at pool that I may try doing it while wearing 7-inch platform stillettos again. It's a great way to piss of misogynists. Beat them badly while looking incredibly hot.
I'm going through an angry phase right now.
I also want to scream random shit in public like "PEACHES TASTE GOOD MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!! EAT FIVE A DAY YOU STUPID FUCKS!!!!!!!"
I don't have a fucking clue what I'm doing with my life. I think that's the first step to greatness.
101 tiny monkeys say I am a rabid squirrel.
Now I'm beginning to understand why.
Henry Rollins is kinda hot.
I should probably just quit entering random nonsense and go have sex in the hot tub provided my workout partner has not fallen asleep in front of the simulated sex channel.
