mnvnjnsn's Diary To contact send email to mnvnjnsnATSIGNgmailDOTcom. 2003-05-01
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ha ve a glass of sulk So, you know things can�t be good if you�re giving Matchbox Twenty lyrics special meaning in your life. I�ve been sulking for reasons I will not go into here, but I will describe what my sulks entail: Sulk begins. I leave work claiming illness to nurse the sulk. I eat something really bad for me (in this case, nearly a whole box of Froot Loops) because I know I shouldn�t. I long for a good dealer. I consider a smoking habit. I let the house go to hell. I take another vicodin. I eat something else really bad for me (in this case, an Oreo Cookie Bar because they�re fucking tasty). I consider writing to Sars, but I know what she would say, and knowing that doesn�t help. I talk my friends� ears off. I know what I should do to make the sulk go away, but I can�t do it. Because the Sulk is because of someone else. And to use a tired phrase from my therapist, getting him to do something is akin to nailing Jell-O to the wall. Hence the Matchbox Twenty lyrics. I really hate this. And I really want another cookie bar. 3:43 p.m. - 2003-05-01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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