Okay, so I'm checking my phone to see who called me.
My mother called around 50 times.
Not surprising at all.
Work called twice and a telemarketer.
The number I find odd is this one.
If you can't see it, the number is:
am I the only one who thinks this is odd?
And of course right before I begin to start this blog my computer froze.
She's been doing a lot of that lately too.
My lights, my fridge, my TV.
I keep hearing it's because my apartment is really fucking old.
Well, it is. I lived here back when I was 3.
And then there is all these..
All day I've been hearing them. My guess is the people upstairs.
It's getting anoying.
It sounds like someone is moving around their furniture.
But it's all day.
And it was like this before I had all these bizarre blackouts.
The thumping, tapping, dragging...
It's enough to make a girl go a little..
Being annoyed aside. While I have been watching re-runs of old sitcoms and drawing endlessly on my days off I realized I need people to talk to.
Oh well. It kind of is. People my age around here aren't really my..type? And most of my other friends..
I don't hear from them much anymore.
If anyone want's to chat in the wee hours of the night you might catch me on skype.
Add me if you want.