how did it come to this?
right now, 1.59am on a thursday morning, i am disturbed.
fuck sia.
this fucking nehneh of a beetle was buzzing around. and i think i strained my neck trying to fucking avoid it. (in the meantime bursting a pox. nah just kidding. now wipe that horrified look off your face.)
and this same fucking nehneh of a beetle seems to have landed on my head.
like RIGHT NOW.
oh man.
im scarred.
i dont know what to do.
HELP.
FUCK MAN.
my neck hurts.
and the beetle is not moving.
its still on my hair.
i think im gonna go drink milk to comfort myself.
i like milk.
warm milk makes me fuzzy inside.
i like milk only if its from the carton. i only drink milk from a carton.
except when its warm. cause i cant heat milk in a carton.
drinking milk in a glass is half the fun.
but warm milk is okay.
i think im getting stranger by day.
sometimes i dont understand myself.
but if i did, life would be boring wouldnt it?
