So take back that last entry.
I feel like I'm going to puke...
I want my bass amp. I learned the bass tab for "Got Love to Kill," and it's super fun. Too bad it would be more fun if Renee didn't hate me right now.
I feel like crap. crap crap crap. I feel like crapping out my heart and nailing it to a wall and letting random passers-by play darts with it, and then eating it again and pooping it out once more to flush it down the toilet, chase it into the sewer, then stomp on it a few times.
Then I feel like gouging my eyes out and drinking them through a bendy straw, then crapping them out too and repeat the process as described in previous paragraph.
Then I feel like crying out of my empty eye sockets and curling up into a tiny ball and crawling under a cold, hard, lonely rock to wither away from my useless existence.
Happy freaking birthday... still...
Way to be melodramatic, Jessica. Too bad I'm too depressed to lecture myself about how to behave.