It's 2.30 a.m. and i'm typing for talking. Feeling proper mental, like, 'how am I allowed out in public?' mental and today my mom put some Disney bobby pins in my hair with no order or explanation, and i'm only assuming the intention was to match me to my own mental state, so at least now she can say i don't go out in public 'cause of my shit hair. I know. How embarrassing.
Man, i could be sleeping, or working, or hell, sitting on my floor drinking all the drink i promised i wouldn't, making stupid phone calls to stupid people about stupid things. Maybe using the verbal is just as good as swigging the physical? Instead i'm lying here in a ...