I’ve got…thoughts.

And my mind keeps moseying inbetween them, and hopping off this one and onto that one. Like, why do we call “birds” birds? Or, why can I only see from my perspective, it’s the weirdest feeling when my mind really gets down to the nitty-gritty of it all.

I would kill to be high right now, and sorting through these thoughts. These precious labyrinths of my mind. The experience in itself would give me a deeper understanding of myself.

And then, I’d jot things down because that’s how I do “high”. I write my thought processes into a note pad and keep them to look over with a sober mind.

John is at work currently, but I believe he’ll be on his way home shortly, then I need to take my car (because he’s using my car) to the bank, and secure some cash for gas and cigarettes.

Is it strange how complete and happy I feel, being allowed to be with someone who does not judge me and my actions, but rather, par-takes in them as well, and supports me through thick and thin? I should hope it’s not. For once, it’s like there’s a harmonic matching me, instead of trying to deafen and smother.

I am  happy for once.

Fuh. I always forget I have my website. Lazy ass, that’s what I am.

I am so exhausted from work this week, like. The worst of the worst. Tomorrow is Friday, oh sweet jesus, it means I can relax. I so look forward to that.

We had about…27k cans mislabeled. 30 skids or so. That was ultimately, a good laugh, even though it means someone’s in trouble. I just know it’s not me.

Mm, let’s see what’s new? Purple hair, check. Enjoying life a bit more? Check.

It’s interesting juggling a life and work again. However, I rather enjoy it. I feel all…settled in a peaceful place for once. Kind of nice.

Maybe I’ll get onto some more poetry. Sometime soon, methinks.

Back to reading American Psycho, and resting my legs though. Grilled cheese with tomato soup tonight for dinner. I like this idea greatly.

-Abbie

Aside from getting horribly sick, I feel like 2012 has started off nicely.

24 in 4 days (three if you consider today over…) I’m not too enthused about getting older, but I’ll survive. As a matter of fact, the only thing I’m looking forward to is the new camera, time spent with my family, and possibly extending an offer of hanging out with someone else.

Sunday night, Monday afternoon should (one of the two) consist of time spent with Demorg, whom I’m glad to be spending time with.

This week was somewhat difficult in making choices I had to make based on rough feelings I’ve been harboring. Growing up can really be a bitch, sometimes.

I’ve been feeling more poetic lately, both with the English language, and with my life. I enjoy that feeling, like everything’s fitting into place piece by piece, and it’s good. It’s really good.

And, I swear to God, if I miss out on this, I’m going to be so mad. I really hope this is mutual, because I’d hate to think of myself as a fool, and I’ve done damn well making a fool of myself before. It’s not exactly pleasant per se.

I’m not sure where else to go with this.

I want to hold your hand.

-Abbie

I’ve got curiosity the size of the universe sitting on my shoulders.

I lack the courage to even go there.
This. Sucks.

-Abbie

I finally got my hair trimmed up. This week has been lackluster on how much sleep I’ve been getting, so after this, I should probably be getting back to bed.

I got really sick a week ago from Tuesday, and it’s pretty much lingered as a very bad cough, and some mildly irritating chest congestion. Go figure.

I’m trying to sync my iPod with iTunes again since Spotify thinks I should only get half of my music library (frustrratttiing), so. Spotify, I love you for just listening to my music, but no more syncing. Youse a bitch.

Mm, I’ve gotten back into WoW.

I know. I just. It’s. This patch. So good.

<3
Abbie