|Saturday, September 7th, 2002|
|MY HOUSEMATE IS IN A BAND
and i went to SEE her tonight. i had to CROOK, CRANE, AND CRACK my NECK just to see over the TALL HIPPY HEADS. i feel like i have WHIPLASH.
the ride on the #14 HAWTHORNE was "NO BETTER." start, STOP. START, stop, START STOP START STOP STARTSTOPSTART. *PUKE!!!!!*
I WAS SO TIRED TODAY I COULD BARELY SCHLEP MYSELF TO THE BATHROOM AFTER I PISSED MY PANTS. Current Mood: incontinent
|Friday, September 6th, 2002|
SO VERY COLD IN PORTLAND LAST NIGHT, I WOKE UP WITH HYPOTHERMIA AND HAD TO BE RUSHED TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM.
|Thursday, September 5th, 2002|
TODAY AT WORK I CUT MY PINKY FINGER ON CARDBOARD. HAD TO WASH IT OUT AND BANDAGE IT UP.
MY HANDS ARE COLD AND DRY.
I WOULD GO TO SLEEP NOW BUT I HAVE INSOMNIA.
|Guess what happened to me today?
i cut my pinky finger on cardboard. i washed it out and it stung. then i washed it with an alcohol cloth and it stung. then i put a bandaid on it.