lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
:|

so somebody left something on the stove

and nothing caught fire

but it smoked like hell

our living room looked like one of those foggy mornings where you can barely see ten feet in front of you

and because of the way our place is laid out, my bedroom collected a lot of smoke which it is now reluctant to give up

so I'm just kinda... hanging out

with my door and window open

waiting for the air to clear so I can sleep

gsfafgsfgs

Feb. 11th, 2012 05:51 pm
lienne: Outer space. (emotion: not in touch with reality)
stress stress self-loathing stress stress feelings of worthlessness stress stress stress

stress

:(
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
some kind of horrible inertia i don't even know

c'mon self it's not going to be that bad

except now it will because you went and skipped two hours of the eight you should be getting to sleep in

(had a cold, don't have a cold anymore, going back to work now, stressed over things)
lienne: Outer space. (emotion: not in touch with reality)
...then I got better.

Then I found a new thing to be not okay about. :(
lienne: Craig Olejnik staring in total noncomprehension. (emotion: bewildered)
this shit is really quite incredibly fucked up.

short version: new LJ login cookie means users randomly get access to each other's accounts. so at any time a complete stranger could be reading your private entries, editing your profile, or replacing all your post content with pictures of dicks.

charming.
lienne: Outer space. (emotion: not in touch with reality)
But the substance of my life is fucking depressing. I'm not in crisis or anything, at least I don't think so, I am just full of ugh and empty of motivation.

Here I am going to insert a cut for Talking About Depression Shit.

a cut )

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