WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?!
Hey,
I am stuck inside a fucking car waiting for I don’t know what. And I probably wouldn’t remember posting this at all. By the way, I recently realized how hot my Nine West black leather stilletos looks on my feet. I should wear these heels more often, they fit perfectly.
I’ve been watching the tv show Dexter. I got so inspired about Forensics that I actually applied as a transfer student to St.John’s University for Pathology. I don’t know a single shit about this thing! It’s definitely out of my field. All I know is that this was the career me and my closest friend decided to tackle ever since Sophomore year of high school. Oh how I miss Kat. We both wanted to touch dead bodies but not in a necrophilic way. I guess along the way our minds change and things just doesn’t go as planned. Kat’s studying dance at SMC now and I’m studying film. Yup, so much have changed.
Ummm… I’m totally out of my mind right now. Rabble rabble rabble bitch I’m drifting away bleh. I guess I’m just tired.
Still waiting inside a car. Situations like this makes me think of apocalyptic events such as zombie attacks and return fire… lots of fire! Then I start to scare myself that I can’t stop talking, in this case it’s typing.
Gosh, I’m one paranoid son of a bitch! Fucked up as it is I still belong amongst those who label themselves “normal”. What is normal anyways? oh yeah, it’s those people who doesn’t have to practice their fake smile before walking out their comfortable homes. But I don’t practice my smile, I perfercted it which means you could throw me in to your bag of normal people…
Damn, KFC sounds good right now.
