Insomnia part #3

I have read a book.
I have watched tv
I have done special things to special places on myself
I have eaten some honey
I have drank warm milk. (Which promptly made me gag and lose any sleepy i was feeling)
I did some dishes
I played with the kittens
I had a cigarette (screw you, some people KNOW its bad for you and still do it. I am one of those people. Its the only vice i gots, let me enjoy it *cough hack cough*)

For some odd reason, goldfish crackers bother me. They are just so damn round. Its not that I dont enjoy round things, but something about these crackers weirds me out. Maybe its because they are orange and round. I have never felt a connection to the colour orange.

Onion rings that are bigger than 7 cm diameter. These freak me out. I refuse to eat them. And by association, those steroidal carrots that chinese food places use. Yeah, Yeah, I know it's all in the slant they cut them on. But something just says to me :Holy Fuck! There is something unnatural about huge carrots and onion rings! This is not normal! I am eating hormones!
If my tits got bigger from these hormones, I would probably change my mind about them. But so far...nothing.

People who use too much perfume to the point where after they leave, the elevator still reeks of it. Has anyone not told them that they are wearing too much? I know I have. Come to think about it, whenever I have made a comment to someone about the overly excessive amount of whore juice on them, they laugh and shrug it off. Like my olfactory sense is on a labour strike and i must be mistaken. My watering eyes and coughing/gagging are not good enough clues for them. Perhaps this is a mystery for Scooby-Doo and the Mystery Van.

Enough with the freaking chain emails! If you want to send me a chain letter, stop being so fucking lazy and cheap and mail one the regular way! I would probably do it if I got one. There is more effort involved. Clicking the 'forward' button only excercises my index finger. An actual chain letter excercises me hands, fingers and tongue. Though I have no complaints about my tongue being out of shape, one doesnt want to wait until it gets that bad that a complaint is necessary.

See perfume people? By the time i complain to you, the damage has been done! you have killed the little person inside me that wanted to be nice to you. Now i want to treat you like shit. Cuz you ignored me and you smell like it.