This morning in the car I got to scream along with the Nine Inch Nails version of "Hurt." I am now going to be DARK!! and BROODING!! *glares at the monitor* Actually, I'm not sure if one can be DARK!! and BROODING!! while wearing a ruffly pastel skirt. And glitter. Oh well. The Johnny Cash version is better anyway.
Sorry to those I missed last night on the phone. As much I love to be out and about, sometimes I just really need a night to lock myself in the apartment and decompress. I'm bummed, though; I really wanted to talk to y'all.
I need to go ahead and get a fucking land line. Some nights I'm just too lazy to go outside to use the cell and too impatient to deal with standing on my head in a certain corner of the apartment next to the window trying to maintain a signal.
You know what the ultimate expression of Kellinator devotion is? Telling you I'd beat someone with a stick for you. No, I don't have any idea how I got this violent either.
LJ burped last night and when I woke up I had like fifteen million text messages going as far back as my birthday in April, including ones people had asked me if I'd ever gotten. And a voicemail from scarcrest asking me why I was sending him text messages at three in the morning.
I hate falling asleep with the lights on. Even if I get a lot of sleep, I wake up feeling like it wasn't an actual night's sleep if all the lights are still on. Then, you ask, why don't I just turn out the lights when I go to sleep? Because sometimes I'm just too fucking lazy.
It's not that I don't have lots of drama. It's just that almost all my drama happens in my head.
I feel punchy today!!