I don't fucking know.

By ^that^ title, you probably think I'm in a bad mood.
Haha...
Not really.
It's not horrible, or really bad, sort of.
I'm just pretty fucking tired... actually, I just want to sleep, I'm not exactly tired in the literal meaning of the word, but more just the tired that implies laying down, not doing anything, sleeping, and not thinking; and, like, I could stay up, for a long time, if I really wanted to/felt like it.
...Whut?
Reawr.
Streaming, screaming subconcious.
Wait, no, fuck; it's my concious isn't it?
...There's another s in conscious, I think.
I don't care.

'Kay, so, I've just been chillin' and thinkin'.
Like, for the past little while.
Today wasn't bad. I think I ate too much.
1022 calories, about-ish.
And I went for a walk with mi madre, which apparently burned ninety-seven calories.
...Now I'm getting actually, literally tired.
Ugh.
I told my scale to fuck off today, as if it is the reason I got pissed off.
This is all sounding monotone-like in my head, just-so-you-know.

One of my bottom teeth is fucking crooked, like sideways feeling.
I hate retainers.
I hate my teeth.
Not really, my top ones are okay, and those are the only ones that people ever see anyways, and people say they're pretty white...
Jean wants to be an orthodontist, and she's never complained about my teeth -to my face, at least- and she hates messed up teeth with a passion.
She has a "built-in" retainer. I'm fucking lime green Jell-O about it.

This is getting long.
AH, I'm sorry.
Iloveyouguys.

Nobody ask why I've been talking/feeling so love-y, mashy, total-nutters lately.
Since I've got no fucking idea anyways.

Laterz, loveliez.