isolation is flippin sweet. the only person i argue with is myself.

i realize how dysfunctional that sounds. it doesn't bother me in the least. there's a reason why the facebook group is called 'psych majors: major psychos'.
i have a migraine that's ripping my head apart. there is no relief from something like this because it keeps you from sleeping. i can't even watch something to keep my mind off of it because of basketball and work. (basketball rules out csi and without a trace and work rules out computer movies.)
i keep going to do something and forgetting once the web page opens what i had set out to do. i'm such a mess.
the apartment situation has worsened since i last blogged. it's such a problem i don't even want to blog about it. actually, the only reason i'm typing this right now is because i thought of the title and i just had to share it. i don't even feel like making anything capital. like 'i'.
not that 'i' should be capital. i'm much more of a lowercase type gal anyway. like bell hooks. bell hooks has the right idea. focus on what i'm saying, not who's talking. i shouldn't compare myself to bell hooks though. it's like comparing myself to Jesus. but i shouldn't compare her to Jesus either.
::shakes head::. disjointed sentences coming from a dysfunctional lowercase g-a-l.