The Girl Who Knew Too Much
Just me, a glass of wine and my neurotic ideas marked by compulsive thinkingThursday, October 30, 2003
im fucking tired and i do not want to deal with registration. i don't think i like morten anymore (too danish, too borring, too aloof, too not what i want)--i mean put it this way the only thing that is improving is the sex, he is borring the shit out of me--and fuck it, sometimes i just miss home. Everything in my body aches, i can't tell if im hungry or not, if i should eat or not, im fucking tired, and yeah im fucking tired. I dont know what fucking classes to sign up for? how the fuck do i know i dont even have a course catalog? Grrr...fucking danish slow ass mail. fucking hell. i need to stop swearing. fucking hell. ok, well. ok, im done for now i tried to write in this iZzzzbitch this morning but it wasnt fucking working. sometimes im just tired. i need sleep. goodbye.
