Oh dear insomnia...
...how I love thee.
Thank you so much for not giving me the strength to get through the last 5 days because you have been invading my life! We both know that it is NOT natural for Ami Christin Christiansen to be wide awake at 5:30 in the morning typing on her blog. Whatever happened to the days where it was easy for me to sleep well past 9:00?!? I mean, Ava doesn't even get up for another 2 and a half hours, fer chrissake!!!
Ambien, Lunesta, Trazadone, Klonopin, and Valium...you have all failed me miserably and I hate you all (those meds, that is) very, very much.
Luckily I have a psych appt. this morning! I'm almost thinking of begging them to put me in the psych ward "just for a little vacation this weekend".
In other news, my Lil' Peaznut and I are getting tattoos next Wednesday. Mine will say "Big Peanut" in chinese letters, and Meghan's will say "Little Peanut" in chinese letters. We feel the deep need to get that forever marked on our bodies because the Peaznut bond is unbreakable.
God, am I talking all weird?? Did I just hear a mewing cat?? Why can't there be more gloomy days in Minneapolis?? I hate bright, sunshiny days...they just make me want to puke.
That is all.
posted by Big Peanut @ 4:01 AM
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J & I have been obsessively looking at find a death thanks to you...god, it is so addictive! in other news, we got a canoe.
my brother let me use his myspace so i could post lewd comments at your pictures, but it keeps telling me that he is not your friend! so if you could make him your friend, that would be great. god i have been thinking of you so much lately. my mom and family left this afternoon so j & i are getting tanked on frozen margarita mix. i can't believe that you are friends with sebastian bach!!!! skid row is coming to the performance venue down the street from our house. i wish you were here so we could go together!!! we could sing every single song together. in honor of that, i have written a poem, which i will post in a seperate email.
love love love
yer BFF
ps my brother was making fun of me that we call eachother our bff. so i kicked his teeth in.
here is my poem...i'm not sure what to call it. what do you think. Write Back Soon.
ricky was a young boy
he had a heart of stone
lived nine to five and he worked his fingers to the bo-hone!
just barely out of school
came from the edge of town
fought like a switchblade so no one could take him down, oh!
he had no money, oh, no good at home!
walked the streets a soldier and he fought the world alone and now its
eighteen and life you got it
eighteen and life you know
your crime is time and its
eighteen and life to go
(repeat)
they say he loved adventure
ricky's the wild one
he married trouble, had a courtship with a gun, oh!
accidents will happen,
they all heard ricky stay
he fired his six shots to the wind,
that child blew a child away!!!
i was really inspired one day and i just wrote it down. tell me your opinion, honestly. do you think anyone would like it?
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