08.28.02 I didn't drink at all last night. Yay, for me. Woo-fucking-hoo. It wasn't because I didn't want to... it was because I fell asleep on the couch at about 6:30 last evening... then of course, I woke up at 3 a.m. and couldn't sleep anymore. So what else is there to do but get up and take some sleeping pills? I have gotta remember not to do that anymore. ********* I haven't seen or talked to B since Sunday... I guess he is pissed at me - I so don't care. Yes, I do. I just wish < Don't get me wrong, I have the best intentions... or at least I don't have bad ones. So, when asked for a "small" favor- in my head I say: "Why, I'd be delighted to assist you in anyway that I can, fellow human-being!" But instead what comes out is a big, fat, "fuck off!" And I can't help it. That's just what comes out... Like fucking tourettes. Only not. Like when I ask Boyfriend (in the middle of a good scrumpin): "Dammit, can you hurry up?" I really mean: "I am enjoying myself here, but I really have to pee because you are putting pressure on my bladder, and would like to know how much longer I must hold it." That's just what comes out, instead. Dammit, how does anyone stand me? I think it's the same mentality that makes people watch the "Surgery Channel"- morbid curiosity... It's my mother's fault- she made me crazy.
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