it is one of those down in the dumps days. if i didnt have to go to work in an hour and a half, i would swallow some of that stuff you young ones call alcohol.
i went to my storage unit today to get my art crate out. i had planned to make a shirt today... but somehow it didnt happen. it is still lying on my dining room table. it was a bad idea to go to the storage unit in the first place. it just reminded me of how things used to be. and i hate having my life in boxes, far away from me. i sank into a brief sorrow when i started going through the old stuff. i miss it. i miss a lot of things. i miss the people i used to share those belongings with. i miss reading my books.
all of this crap just stems from loneliness. one of the only friends that i had made here in this crummy town moved today. she will be in oregon, or something like that. i dont even remember.
i have become so apathetic to far too many things. i have never been like that. and here i am, not giving a shit about a thing. just venting on this computer cause there is no one in the house but me. and the stereo doesnt have ears.
nah... im not in a very good place right now.
im a whining bitch.
edit: here we go, fat tire!