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Apr. 2nd, 2005
Living in Stop's World
Apr. 2nd, 2005 07:17 pmI've drunk a jar of fresh watermelon juice in the past 4 hours. It's by far the most exciting thing I've done today (not counting the mild trolling I did in the morning, and some xxx rated sites I found, but let's not get into that.) Yummy watermelon juice. Yummy.
I have something to confess: I found a 1971 yoga exercise book amongst my mom's books (if you can call anOphra Oprah magazine collection "books") and I did some exercises in my bedroom. I was only wearing underwear and I had the balcony's door open. The wind touched my body, my nose was filled with fresh scents. I felt very gay. I woke up sore today and indulged in a bit of meditation at 16:35. I shall do some more yoga tomorrow.
My grandma is driving me insane. She doesn't have any hobbies, so she spends the day shuffling around, with candy in her mouth and her spotty, leathery hand rubbing her chest. She whines "I need some medicine. I feel anxious." When her dealer is around (my mom), she pops analgesics and anxiety-removers into her mouth and watches afternoon soaps. She's also very rude to the maids. My mom and I keep telling her to behave because we really don't want to go searching for new people to take care of Nicholas or cook the food. I'd die if I had to do any housework.
So, to recap, my grandma is addicted to sweets and drugs; my mom is a prozac junky, collects recipe books and eats way too much bread & butter; and I lean down, facing the computer screen, and salivate over hundreds and hundreds of indecent Livejournal posts. SLURP SLURP.
*Yawn*
The best thing on TV tonight:
I hope Brandy dies in a gruesome manner. Blood & guts are my chosen lullaby for tonight.
I have something to confess: I found a 1971 yoga exercise book amongst my mom's books (if you can call an
My grandma is driving me insane. She doesn't have any hobbies, so she spends the day shuffling around, with candy in her mouth and her spotty, leathery hand rubbing her chest. She whines "I need some medicine. I feel anxious." When her dealer is around (my mom), she pops analgesics and anxiety-removers into her mouth and watches afternoon soaps. She's also very rude to the maids. My mom and I keep telling her to behave because we really don't want to go searching for new people to take care of Nicholas or cook the food. I'd die if I had to do any housework.
So, to recap, my grandma is addicted to sweets and drugs; my mom is a prozac junky, collects recipe books and eats way too much bread & butter; and I lean down, facing the computer screen, and salivate over hundreds and hundreds of indecent Livejournal posts. SLURP SLURP.
*Yawn*
The best thing on TV tonight:
I hope Brandy dies in a gruesome manner. Blood & guts are my chosen lullaby for tonight.
