what cat thing.

my mind is racing.
im cleaning.
i went running.
i bought pills.
i just took a bite of a zero bar.
im being quiet.
i decorated my mirrow.
i looked at old pictures.
i made ro study.
i miss lots of people.
i smoke too much.
i hurt my chest when i ran from above said statement.
tessa is in the room connected to mine.
my best friend is moving in tomorrow.
im registering my car tomorrow.
i have a thirteen year gap.
there are seven pillows on my bed.
only three people here tonight.
i need to diet badly.
my computer wont sign onto the internet.
i did a lot of laundry today.
i left work early because there were no tables.
im waiting on a phonecall as to not be clingy.
i make excuses for behaviors that dont fool anyone.
im running tomorrow.
im waking up at nine.
i miss my brother.
i like someone who is gardening when i wake up in the morning. or fixing a window.
when i wake up and walk into the kitchen there is a coffee cup with a spoon in it, waiting for me.
i love jesse.
he is asleep on the floor.

'lindsey, you really arent a ho. in retrospect to all the prudes that hang out. you should be reassured.'