You look like I need a drink.

I don't particularly desire to freak anyone out or anything or make people think that I do this all the time and to everyone I know, but: stalking is so much fun! It's made so damn easy nowadays, doesn't take more than a couple minutes to find out some random person's real name, whereafter it's usually not too hard to find out the nick (s)he uses online, either. After that there's a whole new world open in front of you - someone else's world, of course. Lately I've been bumping into this one guy all around and I know he's a DJ at this indie club I go to every so often, I feel like a total psycho for knowing this much about him now. Don't look at me, it's not my fault he's decided to appear everywhere I go! He should know that looking like that and emitting an aura of such coolness that I almost feel like wearing sunglasses would lead young music geek girls like me to freaky actions. Maybe he does know.

Life has thrown me back into my insomniac state once again. I can't remember the last night I actually slept more than some two to three pathetic hours, and I can't remember the last time I woke up not feeling like a total wreck of a mess doing her zombie-walk to the coffee machine in a state of complete physical and mental exhaustion, coupled with a head full of trippy shroominess and paranoia with a hint of not giving a crap about any single thing on this planet, including the list above.

I already know I won't be getting any more sleep before next Tuesday. The weekend is quite possibly gonna be very intense and electric, and it'll probably take me a few days before I'm back to (my) normal again. Life has a tendency to tickle you to the point it hurts but you still can't stop laughing.