dear getting lost in a crowd diary,
i wonder what my hair will look like. i went to bed with it wet and down. its pretty much dry now. i haven't done this (or that) in a long time, gotten up in the middle of the night like this and posted some random ass shit and then went back to bed. usually i am up til now posting and then go to bed. it is weird coming in the back door. i can do what i want. ima big girl. i might even drink some orange juice. or i might not. i know i wouldn't eat a squirrel EVEN IF I WAS HUNGRY AND HAD ONE. i don't give a fuck. the storm has passed. the birds are chirping again, prolly telling each other to, "put the umbrellas away." shit all that noise for such a tiny little storm. what a bunch of bullshit, for crying out loud. i got all prepared to float away and swallowed up and it is already over. unreal. deja vu? possibly.
i wonder what my hair will look like. i went to bed with it wet and down. its pretty much dry now. i haven't done this (or that) in a long time, gotten up in the middle of the night like this and posted some random ass shit and then went back to bed. usually i am up til now posting and then go to bed. it is weird coming in the back door. i can do what i want. ima big girl. i might even drink some orange juice. or i might not. i know i wouldn't eat a squirrel EVEN IF I WAS HUNGRY AND HAD ONE. i don't give a fuck. the storm has passed. the birds are chirping again, prolly telling each other to, "put the umbrellas away." shit all that noise for such a tiny little storm. what a bunch of bullshit, for crying out loud. i got all prepared to float away and swallowed up and it is already over. unreal. deja vu? possibly.
