CΛIN (†) Λimon M. (killingfields) wrote in monte_rpg, @ 2012-05-31 00:50:00 |
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Current mood: | annoyed |
Entry tags: | cain, eve, leviathan, psyche |
Fucking- I can't sleep again.
I had a lady in the grocery store today with a cart full of sweets and junk food ask me where we kept the diet soda.
Someone explain the logic behind getting a cartful of cupcakes, and diet soda. Does it really make that much of a difference? It certainly doesn't keep people from getting obese, and god only knows what the fuck is actually in that shit.
[Filter : Psyche]
I don't know what I want to say to you. But I think I want to talk. It's one of those things.
[Filtered to Sif]
I talked to my manager about you a few days ago. You still interested?
[Filtered to Eve]
Do you have any of that chamomile tea?
I'm not sleeping right, and when I do, it's at the weirdest fucking hours. How's that guy thing going?