Under the influence.

I seem to be breaking a lot of promises lately. Please know that I don't even usually make promises, let alone break them. The holidays were yanking at my nerves and I couldn't think straight and would say anything to shut people up, so yeah you're not special, you were just talking too much.

Everyone's nuts this holiday. People go crazy (and horny too. but not that it matters if its the holidays or not when it comes to these people) when they have too much time to kill. Kids and dogs barking like mad climbing over things, people getting married and honking cars because they're stupid, people getting high and hugging other people for no fucking reason. Even my laptop is nuts. I had to restart it three times today because it went into a cyber coma. We don't get along anymore. It's colder too. I haven't been properly warm since two days ago.


Kaklong called today, and being the baby(her baby that is) that I am, I cried. Just a little. Happy tears don't last that long. Hearing her voice over the Russian static noises was like drinking a really cold Mountain Dew on a hot puasa day; the thirst gone in a snap, and in the end you just burp really loud with that pinch in your nose and everything goes out.

She's all, 'Take everything in moderation. You ain't programmed for excess anything or anyone. Meanwhile, stop building a goddamn dam around yourself. Let people in. And WHATEVER happens, tell me.'

So if I'm not talking to you or I ignore you, that means I've been taking you too much and you've fucked me up so I need to slow down.


The holidays are over! mega bitch. You know what else is a bitch; Edward Cullen. Bring back Lestat damnit. But guess what I got my Big Mac. (baim you d bomb my hero you)






And considering how I can be this sad and still be happy right now, I'm starting to really believe that I do have a switch.