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And the alien did decree: "Overkill?"
I want That's the issue: have a little, want a little more. I'm on the espresso bender from hell. I say this, meaning that daily life revolves around drinking coffee now. Without it? I have a day like how mine began. I was awake for about an hour before hitting the couch for a lie-down. If not for calling Cherish because I was bored, I would have just stayed there. She never called me back, that doof! I want more coffee because I want to feel perky. I feel like some kind of dying houseplant. CAFFEINE, BITCH -- GIMME!! If only I have the weak will to commit to it earlier in the day. I can't keep sleeping in, heading to the couch to drowse. I'm starting to get dismayed with myself for being as tired as I seem to be EVERY FUCKING DAY. Mom called, before Gay K wandered over. I was yawning my ass off during the call, hence making the coffee. Somehow, this espresso kind makes me feel more stoned than hyper. Overkill? Bah; I came online to be social. Instead, I'm hiding in my little journal. I still wanna fucking call someone. I am so lame. |
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