Alien: Amiss -- 11:40 PM

And the alien did decree: "Get a soggy bottom from sitting still too long?"
11:40 PM - Sunday, Jun. 27, 2010

Before the nonsense, & After the bullshit.

Sinnerman - Nina Simone

Does anyone else
Get a soggy bottom from sitting still too long?

Man.

Shit's been random lately, hey, journal?

I finally finished that letter to Shi-nae-nae. Whyyyy did it take that long? I almost think of it as fortuitous, having the "Perhaps Not" segment to send her now; I didn't have THAT in March.

It seems like epic shit goes down between postings of our letters. No-No was born, this time. I almost killed myself.

I never discussed the would-be suicide in this letter; we handled that via MSN.

Andrew's reaction to the news was sort of mine, earlier: "SOMEONE BETTER WATCH OVER YOU. STAY IN YOUR HOUSE, ALL THE TIME." We all know this is impossible to find someone to commit to.

Tick, tick.

I am a timebomb. The littlest issue, and I could actually go off. I could actually maim, or kill myself. I know this, because that other night there, when I went across the room, I had no other plans. It was a single-minded plan; I would die, without knowing why.

There's depression. There's suicidal thoughts. And then there's plots of me hacking my arm, for no reason.

Wtf, right?

I don't know myself anymore. This is almost.. or, is it -- worse than when I would be...

Wait.

This is worse. This is a progression.

I'm getting impulsive in a new way.

Who the hell are you, Lambert?

Who the hell are you.. and, what's going on?

Before the nonsense, & After the bullshit.


Navigation * Profile * New * Old * First * Random Credit * Host * Design	And the alien did decree: "Get a soggy bottom from sitting still too long?" 11:40 PM - Sunday, Jun. 27, 2010 Before the nonsense, & After the bullshit. Sinnerman - Nina Simone Does anyone else Get a soggy bottom from sitting still too long? Man. Shit's been random lately, hey, journal? I finally finished that letter to Shi-nae-nae. Whyyyy did it take that long? I almost think of it as fortuitous, having the "Perhaps Not" segment to send her now; I didn't have THAT in March. It seems like epic shit goes down between postings of our letters. No-No was born, this time. I almost killed myself. I never discussed the would-be suicide in this letter; we handled that via MSN. Andrew's reaction to the news was sort of mine, earlier: "SOMEONE BETTER WATCH OVER YOU. STAY IN YOUR HOUSE, ALL THE TIME." We all know this is impossible to find someone to commit to. Tick, tick. I am a timebomb. The littlest issue, and I could actually go off. I could actually maim, or kill myself. I know this, because that other night there, when I went across the room, I had no other plans. It was a single-minded plan; I would die, without knowing why. There's depression. There's suicidal thoughts. And then there's plots of me hacking my arm, for no reason. Wtf, right? I don't know myself anymore. This is almost.. or, is it -- worse than when I would be... Wait. This is worse. This is a progression. I'm getting impulsive in a new way. Who the hell are you, Lambert? Who the hell are you.. and, what's going on? Before the nonsense, & After the bullshit. INSERT STUFF HERE	You Missed: DISCLAIMER WHO TF IS ALL THIS??! * INTRO, 2 * NAQ Backlog: Domicile : Infested - Wednesday, Jan. 08, 2020 Badly type text - Wednesday, Jan. 01, 2020 Yet another other entry - Sunday, Dec. 29, 2019 Damn near died - Sunday, Dec. 29, 2019 Boom Shalacka Lacka? - Saturday, Dec. 28, 2019 Circa 2010