I miss the rain. I can' t stand the rain, I want more rain. I despise the rain.

Metaphor?
I think not.
I think so.
I think therefore I am confused.

Someone give me somthing to bread.
A piece of chicken or a shrimp.

Today the weather is blah blah blah, with a chance of screaming at the top of my diaphram.

My neck hurts.
a throbing pain of sorts.
on the left side, feels like a pulsing vein. It is getting stiff.,

Oh well. well.

I love the White Stripes.

I forget things that are fresh in my mind.

life without thinking sucks.

Umm I am tired and kinda pissed and kinda happy with high energy and espresso deprevation.
Is that a disorder