blustocking | I hate

I'm so fucking tired that I'm livid.

LIV-ID.

I want to punch things, kick people, and tell everyone to shut the fuck up.
The caffeine isn't working, saving Xenedrine for later.

I just want to sleep, that's all. Basic human function. And until I can, I'm going to be a raging snatch.

Last night, genius that I am, I decided to get off bus and walk home. I did this because MTA.net said I need to take 2 buses to get home, but the 2nd bus was PAST my apartment. After waiting 45 minutes for a bus, I just wanted to get home asap. This 2nd bus seemed stupid to me, so I got off on my street, only it was a few blocks up. Yeah...it was more than a few blocks(fucking Los Angeles "city" blocks), but still not far enough to merit getting back on the bus or calling someone to pick me up. So fuck it, I need to exercise...so I walked. By the time I got home I was in pain (shins) and pissed off. I desperately need a punching bag. I really, really do. Or to not be so stupid/stubborn...yeah, that'll happen.

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