19th
Escape From Alca-SPAZZ Island
Have you ever had one of those days where it seems as if everyone is looking at you like you’re some dumb, ignorant asshole of a broad, who knows nothing about anything whatsoever? Or maybe even just a loopy blond? Man. Totally had one of those days today. I can’t help it though! Most of the time I’m off in my own little land, doing my own things, and thinking my own thinks. And when I don’t understand the words that are coming out of your mouth, I am going to get confused. Also, since work involves cleaning, my Cleaning OCD comes out and I feel bad if I don’t do a 100% good job on it. I can’t just skip over the mirrors, or check random rooms. I need to check all of them. Otherwise, I feel bad. And then people look at me all crazy like when I bring this stuff up. I don’t know. I am a spazz. I mean… I can’t even skim books, articles, etc. because I have the need to read every single word in every single sentence, or it will bug me and bug me and bug me until I go back and read it all over. I am a spazz.
It’s true. I am. Especially as of late. School things, work things, family things, boy things, housing things, car things, money things, anxiety things. All contributing factors. I mean… aside for that slight tinge of sadness that seems to lurk in the back of my mind at all times, everything is fucking dandelions. For the most part… I think. Except for the few strings that have begun to fray and unravel.
Fuck this for the moment. I shall return. The Sand Man has just paid me a visit. And it’s too fucking hot out.
