I should just go to bed but I don't feel like it.
My brother is IMing me, so I can't go to bed anyway.
I feel like the whiny baby in my avatar.
*begin whiny tirade*
I'm stuffy, sniffly, my throat is scratchy, my lips are chapped, I have to pee, I'm lonely, I know I'm sad but I can't quite feel it, he's telling me he wants to come home so my heart is breaking, my room is dirty, my laundry is perpetually dirty, my dialup is slow, REM's Everybody Hurts is playing and it is so true, I'm worried about the people I care most about, it was gorgeous today but I missed it because I was sick, I can't sleep, my feet are probably stinky, my shirt is too small, my pants are too big, my kid is growing too fast, my dad's almost sixty which is officially old and scares me to death.
*deep breath*
I feel better now, thanks.
I love REM's Everybody Hurts.
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I'm stuffy, sniffly, my throat is scratchy, my lips are chapped, I have to pee, I'm lonely, I know I'm sad but I can't quite feel it, he's telling me he wants to come home so my heart is breaking, my room is dirty, my laundry is perpetually dirty, my dialup is slow, REM's Everybody Hurts is playing and it is so true, I'm worried about the people I care most about, it was gorgeous today but I missed it because I was sick, I can't sleep, my feet are probably stinky, my shirt is too small, my pants are too big, my kid is growing too fast, my dad's almost sixty which is officially old and scares me to death.
There are two sides to every story.
I'm breathing, I have a nose, I'm alive, I have lips, my kidneys are functioning, I have a working emotional system, I'm not feeling overwhelmingly sad, he's safe and alive and I get to talk to him almost every day, I have a home, I have clothes, I have internet access, music is always a good thing, I care about people and they care about me, it was gorgeous today, ok so stinky feet aren't good, maybe my shirt's small because my boobs grew, my pants are big because I lost weight, my son is healthy and wonderful, I still have my dad when so many others don't.
Quote from: jessie on March 26, 2005, 12:06:31 AM
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I'm stuffy, sniffly, my throat is scratchy, my lips are chapped, I have to pee, I'm lonely, I know I'm sad but I can't quite feel it, he's telling me he wants to come home so my heart is breaking, my room is dirty, my laundry is perpetually dirty, my dialup is slow, REM's Everybody Hurts is playing and it is so true, I'm worried about the people I care most about, it was gorgeous today but I missed it because I was sick, I can't sleep, my feet are probably stinky, my shirt is too small, my pants are too big, my kid is growing too fast, my dad's almost sixty which is officially old and scares me to death.
There are two sides to every story.
I'm breathing, I have a nose, I'm alive, I have lips, my kidneys are functioning, I have a working emotional system, I'm not feeling overwhelmingly sad, he's safe and alive and I get to talk to him almost every day, I have a home, I have clothes, I have internet access, music is always a good thing, I care about people and they care about me, it was gorgeous today, ok so stinky feet aren't good, maybe my shirt's small because my boobs grew, my pants are big because I lost weight, my son is healthy and wonderful, I still have my dad when so many others don't.
I can help with the stinky feet thing.
I called you. You should feel better.
Quote from: DownSouth on March 26, 2005, 01:24:08 PM
I called you. You should feel better.
I called you back.
You didn't answer.
I was sleeping mama jama!