the post of sleep dep
Mar. 28th, 2005 04:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyYou have NO IDEA how much work goes into ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
milliways_bar. Unless you are ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
copinggoggles, indy_go, or muffinbutt who are my b00s and I love them like I love houmous.
bloody frickin' hell my back hurts ow ow ow.
I don't deserve to be passing uni. I'm terrible person. Oooooooh terrible.
Man, I wish I could make money from this. I'm so poor. Hee!
Mice have shut up, tonight. It's like... they had a massive mouse war that raged for two days and now they're dealing with the dead and wounded, recalling the troops, preparing for the last battle. And there's a little mouse riding a rat and making heroic speeches. it's probably terribly moving, in my walls. Which is like in my pants but less intrinsically funny.
Cack it. I have to put sheets on my bed. CAN'T BE ARSED I WANT TO SLEEP AND I FORGOT TO CHANGE SHEETS because mod brain took over.
I have piles of books EVERYWHERE
so many books
soooooo many books
books
oooooh books
I wonder if my head would fit in my bra? There's an experiment for another day.
i miss my carrielady and my mightytom
I also miss fresh air and sleep and my mum and my dad and my G and hugs and kissing people and going out and having spare cash and not having to take life a day at a time.
My arse is numb.
And I miss writing.
Why is Stephen Maturin on Jack Sparrow's maroon-y style island in my head? I don't know either, but it's kinda pretty. my nose is cold
um i think i bed now because the sense she is gone away
byebyebye
milliways_bar. Unless you are copinggoggles, indy_go, or muffinbutt who are my b00s and I love them like I love houmous.bloody frickin' hell my back hurts ow ow ow.
I don't deserve to be passing uni. I'm terrible person. Oooooooh terrible.
Man, I wish I could make money from this. I'm so poor. Hee!
Mice have shut up, tonight. It's like... they had a massive mouse war that raged for two days and now they're dealing with the dead and wounded, recalling the troops, preparing for the last battle. And there's a little mouse riding a rat and making heroic speeches. it's probably terribly moving, in my walls. Which is like in my pants but less intrinsically funny.
Cack it. I have to put sheets on my bed. CAN'T BE ARSED I WANT TO SLEEP AND I FORGOT TO CHANGE SHEETS because mod brain took over.
I have piles of books EVERYWHERE
so many books
soooooo many books
books
oooooh books
I wonder if my head would fit in my bra? There's an experiment for another day.
i miss my carrielady and my mightytom
I also miss fresh air and sleep and my mum and my dad and my G and hugs and kissing people and going out and having spare cash and not having to take life a day at a time.
My arse is numb.
And I miss writing.
Why is Stephen Maturin on Jack Sparrow's maroon-y style island in my head? I don't know either, but it's kinda pretty. my nose is cold
um i think i bed now because the sense she is gone away
byebyebye
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Date: 2005-03-28 01:37 am (UTC)Then I can give you a big hug.
And I can buy you some sweets. And we can watch Harry potter 3, 7 times over while eating easter eggs. And I will make you pasta :D.
And your room is very nice because mum spent all day cleaning.
It smells like a toilet.
*A clean one*
:P