Wanna Huggle a Vegetable or a Butler or a Doctor. :(

Good evening, again. Apologies for my earlier frustration. It was rather frustrating.
*Woodfall*
I am cold.
I am cold and I want to be warmed up.
I am cold and I want to be warmed up with cuddles and nuzzling and playfullightlove.

Or maybe I don't give no shits about that. Maybe all I care about is the competition of whining and wanting.
I can't tell anymore. It's been a long time since I've turned into a robot.

I tried to watch Batman Begins, but Megavideo cut me off after 72 minutes. Fuckit. I didn't even get to see Dr. Crane. Guess I'll have to rent the thing.

I think I've just turned into the most pathetic, fixating, needy little woman on the earth. My emotional state is dependant on these three VERY unstable variables to the point of wtf.
Like, it shouldn't matter. But it does. I can kick the habit though, right?

I LOVE staying home and blogging on Friday nights. It's super great.
:
I wish I could stomach a boyfriend. [Long story].
Sorry I'm so annoying, guys. V, B, D... yeah. My b. I'll tone it down little.

Today was an alright day. I wish there was healthier and/or more food in my belly.
What will it take for me to fall asleep? I've entered a trance. Fucks.

Tigertigertigertigertigertigertigertigerplz.

Birthday Wishlist:
$$$
Batman Begins
Ocarina [thinkgeek.com]
A NEW COMPUTAAA [Alienware? fuck i dunno]
Banyan Books Gift Certificate
FUD

Got Twisted Sexual Playground?

WHY MUST PEOPLE BE ONLY INTERESTED IN CONVERSING WITH ME WHILST I AM TRYING TO WRITE EROTICA?! HOLY GODDAMN

Carrot Crackers.

I wonder why I'm so weirdly uncomfortable right now.
And sad.
And like.
Wanting to punch someone.

But also happy.
But also a weird mix of emotions I can't decode.
And like wanting to eat something or write something.
And wanting that something to come true.

I put way too much of myself into one area of my life. And that area may be the cutest, funniest, most stimulating part of my life atm, but it's not healthy. I don't know how to change it, however.
I'm sure it'll get better, soon enough.

A [Not you, you!] Wow. HELLO OR WHATEVER
R [srsly] Please. Justlikeyah.
K [dblbgmc]

KABOOM!

Venonat, I CHOOSE YOU.

Hey Baby.

Listening to Billy Connolly.
Now, listening to Robin Williams.

I am confused and would like someone to explain this situation to me. Because I don't know how one person can seem so wonderfully enticing at one moment, and then turn around and tear your heart out with the jaws of rudeness! Except a lot less dramatic and shiat.
Brb. Sending a lastresortmsg.

Changed mind. Wrongwrongwrong. Apparently.

COMMENCE DISAPPEARING ACT IN
5...

4...

3...

2...

*POOF*

An Itch On My Heart That I Just Can't Scratch. ...ew?

[Oct 23rd]

Oh, hey. What's up.

I know I've been neglecting my blog. Whatever. Fuck it.

I've been playing a lot of Arkham Asylum, and I don't know what the hell kind of weird complexes I've developped, but I TOTALLY have a thing for The Riddler, and Scarecrow. Moreso Dr. Crane because the mask makes me shit myself in fear. W/e w/e.



So tonight I went to a party. No drinking. I went for a reason that may have been petty or naive, but it meant a lot to me, so I just was like, hm. I'll go.

And I did, and I enjoyed myself. I made a friend here and there, and watched some amazing antics. I was... um, what's the word... a wallflower. Yes. Except more like a couchflower. Made a friend. It was nice.



The walk to the car was the part that was... disappointing. I don't know if I should've taken the information I received with a grain of salt, but I'm purdy sure I got enough salt from the tears that followed after. I'm alright now though. I guess it's just one of the possible truths I've been running from. It isn't losing a competition,this time. It actually hurt and I don't know exactly why.



Tomorrow shall be interesting.

Nananananananana BATMAN

O hai.
NEKKIDBLAWGGIN

I have a surprising amount of energy for a Sunday night. 2 minutes till WISHIN' THYME
The boy... Oh, the boy. Friday night was a good Boy Night. Such a quest. Slight annoyance by the name of *cough* but that's workable. If the Boy wants to be worked. Oooooha.
1 minute till wishin' thyme.

Sunday was a bad Boy day. He gawn! Ah well. Soon enough.
Last night was good alone times, though.

WISHIN':
* **** **** *** *** *** * **** * **** ********** *** ** ***** ** **** *** **** **** *** ** ***** *** ****** ****.

Teehee.

Last night I went shopping at Value Village for like 2 hours all by my lonesome. It was pretty great. I should hang out with me more often. Found some siiiick shiiiiat too.
Anyway, I'm losing interest in this.
Don't wanna talk to you no mo.
<3 luvnstuff