stephanies peak blogging hours are between 3 and 5 in the morning.
something loud just fell in the other room. im a little scared to go see what it was. oh well.
typing with a puppy in your lap is haaard.
jck kjc cvmmvmv,.kjhkm <-- she typed that. heh.
fuck i miss work.
my head has been hurting so god damned bad lately. i dont know what it is. maybe all the stress and having no way to identify myself may have something to do with it. eh? bah.
im getting that black feeling again. and searching ol spots for hidden shades of silver.
dont know what that means? too bad.
for all the creative minds in the world and all the people that claim to be "deep", all those self proclaimed prophets and stunningly brilliant thinkers i sure as hell have not found someone who gets me.
that would be awesome right about now.