I can hear you singin’ to me in my sleep…

10/31/2003

It’s 2am and I don’t want to go to sleep.

I’m tired, but I just don’t want to have to sleep.

It’s Friday night (ok it’s really Saturday morning, but that’s not the point) and since Friday is Fright or Fight night, I’ve just finished watching Jeepers Creepers.

Unfortunately I am now ready to either watch another movie, bake something, or engage in some mindless conversation with someone.
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Break me, shake me, hate me, take me over…

*snarls*

I’m not happy again!

I dislike being used, and I think I have been… Again…

Do I have a doormat tattoo on my forehead that says wipe your feet here? It’s ok, you can tell me, do I?
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