I feel crumby. i really have no energy or motivation to get through today. i want to go home and climb into bed. rewatch greys anatomy. watch a 30 minute meal and get so into it i think i can smell the bacon.... only to realize that my dad was cooking bacon and that glorious smell was in fact a reallity. bah! i'm over this. i want my bed. actually i want a new bed.. my new comforter, though nice, is stiff lie a rock, its not puffy or big, i want my sisters comforter. and her bed. its big, a full sized, and comfortable. I want to move in to her rom. but its too late i guess. right now though, any bed will do as long as im in my jammies with some chocolate milk, cold chocolate milk.
it seems the only thing getting me through my day is reading Love Monkey. It gets even more brilliant with every page and I am sad to say the book is better than the wonderful TV show (RIP). he writes in a very straightforward way, you really don't hae to think about what he's trying to tell you. Kyle Smith is the kind of author that would warn his reader or poke fun at himself as he offers a metaphor. His style is so self deprecating and raw. he's a brilliant writer and i cannot wait until his new book, Christmas Caroline, is out. Love Monkey might have been better as a movie. I really really hope the TV shows second life lasts longer on VH1. Theyll air anything, maybe they'll give it a whole season. pray.
i translkated another song, left it on my home cvomp. its actually succesful as it keeps with the rhythm and theme of Ciega Sordormuda by Shakira. I want to meet her. that'll make me feel all better.
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