I was at the gym and I was walking the line between total mental breakdown and endorphin high from running my ass off and at the time I was pretty sure a girl there was hitting on me, but now I'm not so sure because maybe it's just because I'm all horned up constantly because I never have sex. I'm not even a lesbian.
I was listening to Nine Inch Nails and watching Sex In The City and wearing men's baggy Adidas sweats while listening to a hot pink Ipod with matching pink ear phones and realized what a fucking contradiction I am.
If you want to know me completely, listen to Only by NIN.
I love the movie High Fidelity, I think it's in my Top 5. It's on E! right now, I didn't even know E! played good movies.
It's really funny (sad) that the only living things on earth in love with me are my cats.
My holiday depression came a bit late, but it's raking it's nails through my inner organs, mostly my heart, with a vengeance.
I'm such a drama queen. PMS too. I wouldn't be surprised if J's bottle of vikes are gone by tomorrow.
Ps. the clock in my car read 12:35 AM and the the thermometer read 60 degrees exactly. On January 7th. Fuck you Al Gore, global warming is my fave.