Gaseous
So, I'm at Sarah's.
She's in the living room, reading Lord of the Flies, and I'm in here. And I just rip one. Blatantly.
I promptly burst out laughing and there's no reaction from the other room.
"Did you hear that, Sare?"
*in bored tone* "Yea."
I continue to sprawl on the desk laughing and Sarah just goes on reading.
And this is one of the reaons why I love/hate her.
BTW, my mom and I had a long talk today and I feel better. However, she thinks I should go to the doctor and make sure nothing's physically wrong with me that's effing up my sleep cycle or making me crazy and she suggested that I "see someone" about how I'm feeling.
I'm not sure that I want to. I know it's totally not, but I feel like its a sign of weakness. Giving in or surrendering. When that's just wrong.
Eh.
posted by M.Jazz @ 10:41 PM
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