Soma soma soma soma soma Chameleon
You come and go
I have been sleeping terrible the past two weeks. Perhaps it has to do with my recent foray into the hellscape of online dating apps.
So I’ve take. A sleeping pill. Soma. No wait. I did not take soma I took zolpidem. Per diem. Van diemen’s land.
I wish I had a friend I can talk to about this stuff. Specific friend. Who I could share and judge and laugh and also learn and he is nice to me and he gives good guidance. But I’m left to my own devices and things are terrible.
Remember when Ashley would do my favorite body pumps. The ones not even in order or current. We’d do our favorite ones and she’d mix them up too. And also, remember her kickboxing class. I remembered the moves for many years but I can’t anymore. I want to ask her on Instagram if she’d make me that kickboxing routine on video and I’ll pay her. It’s weird right. I might do it anyway. Who cares. If I haven’t earned the right to be weird now
GUESS WHAT I AM GOING TO SEE MADONNA.
And Taylor swift I guess, but that’s for my sister.
I am going to Madonna for me.
I see a lot things happening when I close my eyes so I’m going to keep doing that.