Cherry Poppin' Entry

This is my first ever LJ entry. My track record with diaries sucks, so we'll see if I keep up with this. I may never post again or I may just be spilling my guts here every five minutes.

Thanks to the kind people in netland who hooked me up with my code thingy. You know who you are. I know where you live. I'll be stopping by later with some hawt s3xx05.

Today is River Phoenix' birthday; well, it would have been. He would have been turning 33? 34? Something like that. I remember weird facts about dates and birthdays and places. I can walk into a restaurant I've been to before and point out every single table where I've planted my posterior.

Thought for the moment: It's relationships like mine that keep therapists employed. (from "Dysfunctionally Yours")

Space Madness

I feel really crowded by this room. There's stuff all over. I haven't paid my bills in a while, but I don't know where they are. I have so much junk. The room's strangling me to death.

The SO is coming back down from up north tonight. He will maybe take some stuff away when he leaves again. I am too wigged by other things to really want to think about any of it. The last few days have been stressful. The smoke alarm keeps chirping. I almost took a hammer to it last night.

This LJ thing is bad for me already, I can tell.

Current thought inspired by the Old 97s: If this fucking phone rings one more time, I'll probably lose what's left of my mind.

EDIT: In a stunning display of irony, shortly after posting this entry, I tripped on some of the junk on the floor while running to get the door and skinned my leg in three places. My leg is throbbing like a house on fire while I sit here, feeling trapped. Happy day!