2004-07-23
a lobotomy would be in order...
I really have nothing to talk about today. Honestly. Not a damn thing. Except that I feel like a chump if I don't update at least once a day. Hell, I am almost up to one hundred entries in this diary. My other diary has 300 and over. So therefore, I should basically update if nothing else but to make it to one hundred by the weekend. Yes, this is the life I lead, why?
I saw Becca last night when I purchased some ice cream. She was working at the grand old Taco Bell. For some reason it seemed like things were strained between us. Of course we put on the girlish happy-to-see-you-old-chum faces but there was an underlying current of something sinister. She says that she has not had time to call anyone this summer, but I know somewhere deep down that is not the truth. We had made plans to spend time together, but I guess something must have gone wrong.
Perhaps it was because I secretly lust after her boyfriend. Yeah, that must be it. Once upon a time I had a thing for Adam. So what? It's not like we snogged or shagged or anything remotely close. He is a good friend, and that way he shall remain unless he wants to do something in the other way about it. Which I highly doubt because he is blinded with love for her. Sweet enough but I was never one for pure romance of others. Call me a megalomaniac. That is, if you know what it is.[don't cheat and look it up first]
(She doesn't know a thing of this of course. The reason she didn't call me is because she's been sick and I told her point blank it was stress and missing too much school in the last semester was a big factor. I don't think I should become a doctor, do you?)
In other news for the last three days, I have had one major blowout of a headache. One huge pounding monstrosity. My head does not do well with drugs[unless they are happy pills] so I cannot take Advil or Tylenol or Aleve. The only thing that helps me is caffeine. That and loads of sleep. You know I don't feel well if the night owl in me is smothered by a migraine. Three days, a dozen pots of coffee, and seventy two hours+ of sleep later and I still feel like I have been run over by a street cleaner.[you thought I was going to say truck didn't you? heh fools]
This has been your friend-losing headache suffering diarist. Karma is pounding me from two ends. Eheh.
Quote of the day:"Actually, the train was right one time. Def and I had a celebratory fuck before we came here down in the reeds by the river."-[from Wicken Women by Fay Weldon]