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Bugzie, Society, & Insomnia

Hey there...
Okay, it's like, really really late now. I can't really remember how to write...luckily, my hand knows what to do.
Grrrr....I should be sleeping. My head hurts too much though. I keep thinking about earlier tonight....ummm....errr....well technically last night now. lol. Damn clock.
*yawn* Bugzie's being silly. He keeps saying he wants to ask me stuff and then saying he doesn't know how or whatever...then he goes off about stupid TW. he's really starting to confuse me. I feel like I'm playing 20 questions again and I know the answer, but I'm over-thinking it. Ang would help me. lol..."Is it a rubber duckie Ang?" Yay! I won! Can I sleep now? No!? Damn again.
*sigh* My head hurts. I've over-thinking this...If I just relax, the answer will present itself to me. What was that scene Ang gave me? Something about a peaceful meadow with trees...Damn allergies...I'm sick of itching.
Boo Bugz! (He'll never read this, he promised not to follow the links on my last journal and I'll never tell him about this one...heehee.) So BOO YOU Bugz! You've got me swearing and staying up late! *yawn* Arrrrgh...I love him to death, but gall this is bad! I haven't had a headache like this in a long time.
Damn...I said gall again...
Double-damn...I said damn again...
I is so tired. I want to sleeeeeeeeeep.
This freakin sucks. I can't even read what I'm writing now...the letters all just look like squiggles...the smell of the ink is nice though. Any of you who've written a lot with a pen know what I mean.
Cool...I've made it to the other side of the paper! I'm making more and more mistakes as I go...soon it'll just be scribbles. Ahhh well...at least my head is feeling better. I think it helps that I'm writing down everything in it. It was probably getting crowded up in there...I hate when I think too much.
Grrrr Bugzie! Why can't you trust me? He's afraid to say anything cuz he thinks I'll freak or something. I guess I just don't get it cuz I trust him soooo much. I never really realized how one-sided that trust is.
I hate when people act all careful cuz they're afraid of offending someone. Just spit it the freak out already! I'm so sick of the sugar-coated, half-assed crap that people embrace soooo easily these days! Please! If I ever ask if my jeans make my butt look big (heaven forbid that I ever actually care about that) or something to that effect, someone please just have the balls to say the freakin truth!!!1

I think one of the biggest problems with society today is that everyone acts like they're walking in a room full of mouse traps. What's even worse is that they basically are! Heaven knows how sue-happy people have become! You can't walk out the front door anymore without someone freaking out! Damn people, get a real life and stop looking for an excuse to throw a hissy fit!2

Alright, kinda sudden, but I've run out of words in the middle of my rant. lol. I may continue this when I post this journal tomorrow...errrr....later today.3

On a final not, I'm not mad at Bugzie for stealing my sleep or not trusting me, but I wish he'd either say what he wants or just shut up about it. He's really bumming me out.
Anyhow...night time...I think I can sleep now...love y'all & God bless!

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