Where it stops, nobody knows.
So yeah... room's spinnin' folks. I'm sick. Like... hellacious cold from hell sick. I tried to take a nap, had scary dreams, and now I'm here...covered in water, having trouble spelling, watching the room spin while I sit still.
...The water is from shoving my comforter in the washer while it was running. mhm. Company is coming tomorrow. I'm making the apartment spic and span and shit for their arrival. Don't ask why I'm washing my sheets. You'll judge me for the answer.
I've been in a crabby ass mood this whole week and it's because of two reasons. One) I'm sick. (As previously stated.) And B) I've turned into a girl. I feel very disconnected and lonely when I don't get to see my man, and I only see him on Fridays, so during the week, I turn into a Velociraptor. Oh wait... there's another reason...
OPTION DELTA) MY FRIENDS ARE GETTING ON MY FRIKKIN NERVES. Not all of them, mind you. Just some of them. Two of them. Well, three of them. They need to learn boundaries and how to tell time and when to put down the telephone and stuff.
I'm developing a twitch. and the room is going into a rumba. Heh. Rumba Room.
baibainow.
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