soo, i had just the tiniest bit of chocolate but i am 137. it is official haha the damned meter stopped playing tricks. got the needle right, boom =)
wanted to post one more time before i go read and write for a few hours before bed.
i wasnt going to have it actually, my mind was flipping when the bf asked me i told him a little bite and he braught me (it wasnt that big but it was like whoah more then i wanted) see that? so much for that 'fast' that is why i can not plan too much, i can only control what i eat and try to eat differently. but i have this ... THING of getting caught. (im an idiot because im typing this right next to mike hes playing the ps2) and if he glacces? dunno??
ok im over at the bed now =) closed it and came over... we were smoking.
again i was thinking of something but i forgot. why can humans do that so quikly? i mean yea, more so stoned but who hasnt JUST set something down, went to do something else and you couldnt find what you wanted back? to search for 20 minutes (pen, glasses, remote ect) those small stupid things, then you sit down, breathe in and look down... THERE IT IS!!
been kinda in a 'funk' again. usually wake up with it like, just in a shitty mood. i usually have dreams and i some what struggle to understand what they mean. couldnt there be something? maybe its me, just this old soul.
say goodnight to ovlivion.. some day..
what is your oblivion? your living hell?
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