underwear and xanax
9:46 a.m. | 2008-06-07
Sometimes I�m at work or in class and I think about diaryland and how my sad life sits somewhere in cyberspace all dusty and forgotten.
I think about updating and I feel guilty about not.
Not because I believe someone will run across it, but because it�s like I�ve abandoned someone who at one time was a good friend and did nothing to deserve me turning my back.
I�m just out of inspiration.
Which is sad.
I have not written anything non-school related in so long that it breaks my heart.
Even when something amusing happens, I cannot even bring myself to write it down.
What has happened to me?
I somehow have burned out at the age of 25.
No ambition beyond figuring out a way to get my car to run on toothpaste
Because that�s all I can afford.
Fuck you, gas companies!
Fuck you!
I�ve graduated from college.
I�m engaged.
I�m sitting in bed in my underwear with 3 of my dogs scattered about the pillows.
Watching reruns of Bridezilla and wishing I had a supply of Xanax.