bleh

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Tired. Beat. Sad. Lonely. Exhausted.
All things to describe me.

This is what happens when I listen to Delilah *rolls eyes*.

Anyway, baked some cookies today. They taste good, but man are they crunchy and crumbly. But, made them from scratch, so I kinda feel all "oooh, look at me, I'm special cuz I can bake cookies from scratch". I was very proud of myself, I was I was. I think I'll have one now. Or, you know three... Yup. Too much flour or baking soda, not enough oil. Hmm...But still! Sugar cookies mixed and baked by me! I think next I'll try maybe a pie or something. Hmph. Something to think about, eh?

Listening to Little Earthquakes...should be an idicator of my current emotional status.

I want to write, but I don't want to. So instead, I'm going to much on my crumbly made by me sugar cookies, drink my holiday spike spice, smoke my cigarettes, and read Dogs of War. *nods*

If you need me, I'll be over here *points* and if you want to write me some fic or a drabble, I'll still be over there *points* *with puppy eyes*