*"what an appropriate song." 2002-04-07 5:49 a.m.*

i am not a tired girl. i am a girl who is many things, but tired is not one of them. i wish i was. i'd like to be curled up and sleeping and none of this thinking shit, but that is not the case. i am awake and conscious and pretty hyper for nearly 6 in the morning. oh, wait, maybe it's nearly 7. i don't know. i've lost track with this daily savings stuff. i just know i'm awake, and perhaps that is not where i want to be.

i am a girl with a sexy new haircut that shows off my neck and has fuzzyness and kind of reminds of me of thomas from swing kids. i am a girl in a sexy tuxedo shirt and sexy new purple sports bra and sexy undies with "be mine" on the ass. i am a girl who feels like a sexy whale i'm so bloated. i'm a girl who's deciding if she is a chicken or wise. i'm a girl who feels on the verge of brave. i'm a girl with a cat with a litterbox that will be changed tomorrow. i'm a girl missing a tiny piece of her toe and toenail and aching feet and too much midol in her system (oh wait, i bet that's why i'm so awake. doesn't midol have caffeine or some shit?), all proof of having enjoyed the wall too much. i'm an awake girl with tired sore eyes, but no sites for sore eyes waiting in my bed. i'm a girl who should be in her bed. i mean, i'm a girl who should be in her own bed.

remember how i said... never mind. brave does not equal me.

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