Dear head, stop hurting... mmkay? Thanx. Love, me.
I bought a Disney princesses bracelet today... which I would assume is primarily for little girls. It fits my wrist perfectly. >__< Why can't the rest of me be that little, huh?
And then I went and scared the shit out of myself looking at pictures of horrible diseases and dead bodies. The moral of the story is: a little bit in moderation is generally okay, but three or four hours of staring at the pulpy mass that exploded from the back of someone's skull is probably not healthy. And after reading a description of River Phoenix's death, I swear to god I will never, ever, ever, ever, EVER do street drugs. Not unless I am absolutely positive of wanting an overdose. And I'd better be pretty damn positive.
Oh, haha, and I saw the Crispin-y looking guy at Coleman's today when I went in for an appointment I didn't have. He's sort of dirty, white-trashy... but he looks so much like Crispin. His first name is Justin, apparently. I always stare when I see him; I can't help it. As the panther quipped, "You'd better hope he's not a paranoid schizophrenic."
Here's to wanting to sex a random guy that I see occasionally at my psychiatrist's office! :D