personal reference

They say it's not okay to drunk dial because for godsake you don't make a fool of yourself, and the same goes for blogging when you are sleep deprived and just don't know where your head is. Thank goodness I can delete this post when I do feel like I am making a fooool of myself. Or maybe I'd want to keep this post to look back and laugh at myself

Which seems to be all the time, at least in my right state of mind.

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Actually, I don't know how to even start writing about what's on my mind. Sometimes I can't understand myself. Sometimes I don't make sense. That's all the time. Can I just tell you that I like ice cream?

Especially when I am feeling some sort of hurt or frustration, in the past, cream and sugar was always there to comfort me from the frozen section.

Lack of sleep will cause emotional distress, I found myself breaking down, because I probably needed sleep, yeah, that's what I told myself tonight. I put on a good face (I think) when a whirlwind of emotion is scattered throughout my noggin. I tell myself I need to sleep on it, that's just like sayin' gimme some mo' ice cream and just let me forget.

I want to forget.

[these photos were from a few weeks ago]

I've learned to deal with what I'm facing besides shoving it in my face!

large fudge chunks

A reeses cup

White chocolate chunks

what? is this what I think it is? Somewhere in the world someone loves me.

oh no she didn't.

Looking back at these photos distracted me from the situation with ooooh and yuuuum.

The power of Madonna Ice Cream

On one note, I don't know why I am upset, nothing has happened yet.

I can see rejection a mile away.

I am such a kid.

Where's my dog, I want to play with her.

Lily?

Where's my drink? I need it.

Oh I kid.

delete!