Pill(ow) talk

Pill talk:  I don't need fancy words but when will I find a guy that's excited enough to talk about me to shout my name to the tops of the status mountains. 

I don't need to get laid. In fact, getting laid would probably make me more depressed. If that
makes me a chicken...albeit I'm a chicken.

I can do it. I can go for days. I won't give in. I won't give in.

I will not let myself be used again. A slap on the wrist if that's what it takes.

Vacation is coming at the perfect time.

So I'm in bed writing on my sleeping pill. There's been a lot of stuff I've wanted to write about recently but even though only like 3 people read this blog, I was afraid of the judgement I might receive.

I got an iPhone eeeeeeeeee!

I pick up shifts when anybody needs it. But when I need one short shift (3 hours!!!) covered, no one can do it. WTF, mate? Time to go to work.

I'm done. I'm done. I'm done.

I'm done with so many things.

I'm done with school.

I'm done with caring...

I should've known not to get involved again.

Hi, Sam! Here is something new for you to read. Um...but what to actually write about.

I went to a concert (Bon Iver). And it was amaaaazing. I failed a math test. My tummy hurts...and uh...my phone keeps sucking....and...all I wanna do is play WoW.