Music for frozen coffee-slurping suburban punks who drive to the mall in their mommy's minivans to buy Star Wars t-shirts and heavy metal key chains from Hot Topic on Sunday mornings. I'm sad that I'm crazy. I'm even sadder that you're stupid.
Monday, December 05, 2005
I've made a promise to myself that I'd try to work out at least five days a week now that the hell that was november is over, but I feel like so much shit. Like shit beyond the telling of shit. All my muscles hurt, my tummy feels funny (of course, I haven't eaten much today, so it could be that, coupled with the new meds) and my head hurts.