This is gibberish, don't even pretend.

I'm in a funk tonight. Yesterday evening I couldn't sleep so I baked some apple cinnamon muffins. Tonight I can't sleep so I think I'm going to play some Final Fantasy VII. I don't know why I ate a Chipotle burrito when I wasn't even hungry to begin with. Why do I do things like that? I wish body weight wasn't such an issue with me. I feel like insecurities overshadow me as a human, especially when all I do is talk about them all the time. Or blog about them. Or whatever. Today, I feel really cheesy and I want to do really really really stupid things like cuddle and like, hold hands or whatever. The feeling will pass in a moment, but for the moment..I'm uncomfortable. Hm. I want to work out for a week straight, go to the beach, and call it a day. And order a Big Sleep from McDonald's. ALSO, I fucking went to purchase my Harry Potter ticket and they're all sold out. What the fuck is this nonsense, I have to go. Gargh. Wait, and the time that I needed a job still exists. And that time is right now. Also, you. You you you you you, if you could take the nearest exit out of my brain, I would really be thankful. Maybe I'd even give you an apple cinnamon muffin. Who knows. Le fin.

blogs, clogs, dogs.

Lol, blogs.

Why was my last most me semi-not sober? That seemed like a great idea at the time, but of course it's just me being ridiculous. A post for the sake of moving on from the last one. Also, I get really paranoid anytime I think someone may have been reading this diary of a blog, so just a little disclaimer to soothe my mind. The disclaimer being..sorry you ended up here, hahah.

I want all the baking ingredients in the world so I can make all the cupcakes in the world. Is this possible?

Okay, done. I don't feel like driving without music anymore. Okay, real done.

Oh why, oh why, oh why

Why can't I just like Barbie's and other girl things?
I wish I didn't play video games sometimes. And I wish I didn't like Star Wars. I wish my favorite movie was The Notebook.

But I'm only writing these things because it's 5:58AM and I'm moderately inebriated and..wow. A little annoyed that I always end up just being 'one of the guys'.

Sorry for this little diary entry, my friends. Too much whiskey in my system for me to have shame. [Which reminds me..WHY DO I LIKE WHISKEY? Why can't I just barely tolerate vodka like a girl? Insert every sort of dissatisfied emoticon here!

Oh oh. Um, there was something else to say but I totally forgot. It's 6:02 now and I have to muster up the energy to wash my face and change. Jesus, thanks for reading this nonsense. This is the most nonsense of them all.