queen of glitter gnomes
Where the fuck is the off button?!
I can't. I can't. I feel I've done a marathon some days and my body hasn't moved anywhere but from the bed to the toilet. I can barely keep up with my lips...wait...stop, or rather my lips can't keep up with my brain and I end up sounding like mushmouth from fat albert.
I'd like to say i'm productive as yourself, however in being overwhelmed by my own thoughts, I never seem to get much accomplished. I need lists. Life is more orderly with a list, for me. But then I can't stand those self appointed rules. "Here, this list will help you get shit done." "Fuck you, we don't need no stinking list, lists are for suckers!" See...my dilemma? I can certainly go fuck myself.
Rules are definitely over rated.
I forgot to make a list.
Therefore, I am listless.
(this is where I tell myself to shut up)