So, on a scale of one to psychopath, anyone wanna wager a guess as to how mad i am?

an anecdote for you guys;

once again i find myself feeling oh so very hard done by. today has been so melodramatic that it feels as though it was in fact a really ho-um mundane under stimulating dream. it all starts with me being unable to get out of bed, and finding myself crippled by my own comfort. i woke and contemplated not getting up for at least another fortnight until i had bulbous formations of bed sores across my backside, but i didnt let the demons in my head get the better of me. however i did find myself staring at the sky for about 7 minutes without a thought passing through that expansive space of nothing between my eyes where there is a vacant area with a "TO LET" sign for rental to brains. anyway, once out of bed, i dwindled about, spent too long trying to sort out my smelly hair, which in affect was beyond redemption anyway. so, after getting to the train station and eating the biggest apple ever and arriving in eastleigh , i found myself in pursuit of two particularly crisp bits of paper. and yknow what folks, them little street scraps turned out to be a fiver and a tenner rustling down the street in a tandem escape from some pensioners pocket, and swiftly into my own hand they went, to be spent on cod liver oil tablets and evening primrose oil (true story). anyway, college was piss, spent 2 hours making felt (yay) and felt bitchy so gave the girls in lesson some party mouth, and left the lesson feeling smug. anyway since then i have been at home working non stop, my eyes sting and my face is stupendously shiny. i've lost a large percentage of my work, for which the presentation is tomorrow lunchtime, and its evident that im just not gunna make it unless i get hit by a space rock and get super powers that allow me to control time.................BOBBA. and im in a mood because my little cousin took my really expensive professional art marker pen and got me in shit for it somehow. most displeased. ASWELL as this, ive got really bad bloat, so ive been taking physllium husk and hoping it'll flush my guts out. THATS RIGHT GUYS, SHIT! GIRLS SHIT! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

anyway, apart from this, ive had a lovely weekend with the boy once more, being skint means we got to do old people activities such as walking around lakes and feeding duckies :) its the shit! and i bought some more crystals, so no more bad juju thanks.

anyway im ratty and have my "ginger cousin" on the end of my bed, sitting in battle formation. so GODNAT