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Mar. 25th, 2007 05:55 pmI have Got to get out of this place. For serious, for true, absolutely. The way to do that is to finish this goddamn course and get a doggone job and that means I need to do some tupping work.
I have to get out of here. I have to, I have to, who the hell does she think she is, I have got to get out I Can't Stay Here.
Fuck. Don't mind me, I'm just freaking out, my sleep's all fucked up and I've had too much caffeine/sugar not enough food (not helped by my bursting into tears and running away from the dinner table with one roast potato in my hand) but I'm not hungry and I don't care.
I have to wind myself up, see, to get anything done workwise (and I have So Much to get done, it's not funny) and then I'm at the high pitch and I get whateverthehellthatwas and whoop-de-doo see-me-freak.
Agh. Chill out, kbk, you dumbshit bitch.
I have to get out of here. I have to, I have to, who the hell does she think she is, I have got to get out I Can't Stay Here.
Fuck. Don't mind me, I'm just freaking out, my sleep's all fucked up and I've had too much caffeine/sugar not enough food (not helped by my bursting into tears and running away from the dinner table with one roast potato in my hand) but I'm not hungry and I don't care.
I have to wind myself up, see, to get anything done workwise (and I have So Much to get done, it's not funny) and then I'm at the high pitch and I get whateverthehellthatwas and whoop-de-doo see-me-freak.
Agh. Chill out, kbk, you dumbshit bitch.
