  well i think i'm losing my mind this time said i think i'm losing my mind that's right said i think i'm losing my mind this time, this time i'm losing my mind hello. today is not going well. i am sitting at matthew's house completely impotent and unable to go home because i think i hope oh god i left my wallet in his car (if it's anyplace else i am in much trouble) and i am waiting for him to bring it back and i feel like a damn housewife.
okay. breathe. so i am doing this to expel nervous energy and to try and refrain from playing the What-If game. also, i did not file for this week's unemployment check until this morning. i am supposed to do it on sundays.
the only possible badness that could come out of that is i'll just get it a day later, but still. goddamn. where is my mind? this weekend was good. as a result i am the proud owner of a crime & judy button, amusing memories of boys beating the crap out of ceilings, leftover pasta, and a pair of american eagle outfitters low-rise ho-jeans. i officially publically take this forum to vow that by this time next year my wardrobe will be entirely ho-riffic and -resplendent. the rest of the details of what happened on valentine's day are not for you, but suffice it to say that i now officially hold the title of Massive Unabashed Buying Into All The Crap Hypocrite.
and i like it. this is not to say that i can't get into the spirit of dissing it. nor can i possibly resist a singer who titles his songs "fuck it( i don't want you back)" and seems to have created an urlLink entire album in the spirit of hating on the bitches . this article, by the way, is by one of my favorite writers. enjoy it. so basically all is said and done and i don't have any major holidays to consume me for a while. and once i get my fucking wallet back, things will be much much better. all right, i have to go pace and worry and tear apart a house that does not belong to me some more now. soundtrack: the accusing voices in my head. (out.
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