2:53 p.m. x 2007-03-06
i cannot stand having nightmares. i always have stupid, stupid nightmares every time i sleep for an extended period of time ("extended period of time" meaning more than four hours, really long enough for me to actually experience REM sleep). that ANGERS ME! AGHHH!
and they're always about my insecurities. and they're always ridiculous. even when that insecurity is a complete nonissue. it decides to step right in and piss me off when i'm doing okay. well - you know what? i know it's stupid. and i don't think about that stupid shit, and even when i dream about it i'm puzzled.
i am very glad that i can wake up to all of that not being real.
jimmy is very ill, and i have cupcakes for him. i may have to walk over to deliver them to him, in which case i better brush my hair. i look frightful. and put clothes on. lots of them. cooolllld.
if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start