"Deprivating, isolating all that I feel
Leaving me with images I know are not real
Are those words of condemnation that I hear
I think I am losing my mind"

"Heaven (Little by Little)" by Theory of a Deadman kind of makes me smile.

I missed my club.. Still, some of those conversations tear at old wounds.

Her faith in me makes me believe I can accomplish so many things.

Friend laying on my arm: "Why are you vibrating?"

Me: "Didn't you know I come equipped with a pleasure setting?"

My entire drawing table burst into laughter.

Watching Cheaper by the Dozen. Haven't seen this movie in so long.

Bad migraine.

There is one thing I am good for. Figure it out.

Working tonight. Don't know if that's good or not. Guess I'll see later on.

Now my head isn't the only thing that feels like it has an ice pick in it.