"Gimme yeah yeah gimme drugs 'n' love"

I fucking hate my sleep cycle right now. It goes something like this: Wake up anywhere between 11 a.m. and 5 p.m. Be completely unable to function until around 3 p.m., regardless of what time we woke up. Be up until 4 a.m., which sucks because after 11 p.m. we can't have anything loud on, because the whole building will wake up. Fall asleep. Repeat. And there's no way I want to go out at two in the morning alone. . .I live on a sketch street. I need more light in this apartment. . .I live in perpetual twilight.

"Jenny'd been holed up in a tiny hotel in Paris for about three months. . ."

I'm debating cleaning the apartment before I shower and leave. I dunno what I'm doing or where I'm going. I just need to go outside.

"Say, where is your house? Can I come over? Will you make me some dinner?"

I'm not depressed, I'd just like to sleep at night and be awake in the day.

"We were Scab Maids on Speed, and we were coming to clean your room!"

I can't even think except in collage right now. G'ah.

"Who is the Master of Lunacy, is it you or is it me?"

'Cause it's pretty

Who else is love?   

pseudomonas me scripsit anno 2005

" 'Cause it's pretty" is also the short answer to why I like to paint and do pastels topless. BTW, anything I do with paint or pastels generally looks like crap. I just do them for fun. Color=good.