posted by
zeegoeshere at 11:31am on 02/07/2007 under rl
Last night I had an explicit Brendon/Pete dream with lots of assfucking. Thanks, brain! Feel free to do that often!
I have 12,877 words of my current WiP, and I have the last line written, and yet it is not finished. I can barely even call it *close* to finished. I hate myself, and I hate Bob Bryar. (Not really.)
Last night after an embarrassing amount of wibbling and dithering I called The Boy just to chat, and not only was it not a disaster, it was quite nice and he sounded really pleased to hear from me and said that he'd been thinking about what I was up to. I am mostly new to relationship shenanigans, so every time I figure something out like hey, it's okay to call him up just to talk when we're states away, I'm like o/! Also I'm generally phone phobic, so this is victorious on a few levels. Also I miss him and I'm still confused as to whether we *are* in a relationship and his voice makes me smile and I'm both looking forward to seeing him again and terrified of doing so, and the whole thing is rather moronic. Human beings are really clumsy and ridiculous animals.
I am in the midst of packing, which means that I'm living in a level of filth that kind of makes me cry. God it sucks, and it's probably going to get worse before it gets better, and I'm sort of paralyzed to keep going because I just can't quite believe that moving is actually going to happen. Every step along the way is completely up to me, and I just don't trust myself to not flake out. Argh.
I've been listening to a lot of Blink 182, thanks to
megolas. These albums are both less and more deep than I remember them being when I was thirteen. The entire reason Blink works as a band is because underneath all of the immaturity and dick and fart jokes, they're actually kind of romantic and sentimental in a stupid way. It makes me go awww.
I would put a meme here, but I know of no good ones going around. I just want people to talk to me! Distraction, I need it! I also need coffee, but you can't transfer that through the internet.
I have 12,877 words of my current WiP, and I have the last line written, and yet it is not finished. I can barely even call it *close* to finished. I hate myself, and I hate Bob Bryar. (Not really.)
Last night after an embarrassing amount of wibbling and dithering I called The Boy just to chat, and not only was it not a disaster, it was quite nice and he sounded really pleased to hear from me and said that he'd been thinking about what I was up to. I am mostly new to relationship shenanigans, so every time I figure something out like hey, it's okay to call him up just to talk when we're states away, I'm like o/! Also I'm generally phone phobic, so this is victorious on a few levels. Also I miss him and I'm still confused as to whether we *are* in a relationship and his voice makes me smile and I'm both looking forward to seeing him again and terrified of doing so, and the whole thing is rather moronic. Human beings are really clumsy and ridiculous animals.
I am in the midst of packing, which means that I'm living in a level of filth that kind of makes me cry. God it sucks, and it's probably going to get worse before it gets better, and I'm sort of paralyzed to keep going because I just can't quite believe that moving is actually going to happen. Every step along the way is completely up to me, and I just don't trust myself to not flake out. Argh.
I've been listening to a lot of Blink 182, thanks to
I would put a meme here, but I know of no good ones going around. I just want people to talk to me! Distraction, I need it! I also need coffee, but you can't transfer that through the internet.
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