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Go to this site & enter your name in the box & hit the Sloganize button. Dont cheat, keep the one they give you
http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi
eh. It's amusing enough.
Hey, anyone who has myspace, you should be my friend. :) Haha.
http://blog.myspace.com/madinsomniac
Here's a poem I wrote over a year ago.
Musings of an Insomniac
12:30 am
at my computer
staring blankly at the screen
flipping through a catalogue
there are five windows running
I'm giving a new meaning to the word 'multitask'
yet, at the same time
I'm doing nothing at all
1:25 am
curled up my chair
staring out the window
looking at the crescent moon
I'm fascinated by the shadows it makes
through the vertical blinds
I stare off into space
my neck begins to ach
2:09 am
sitting on my floor
writing in my notebook
my words have deep, personal meaning to me
(at the moment they do, at least)
yet to anybody else
they are vague and confusing
which I suppose they are, in a way
they have no order whatsoever
just ramblings about my emotions
my eyes feel tired
2:40 am
lying on my bed
staring at the ceiling
perhaps if I lie still in the dark
I will drift off to sleep
.......
I start humming tunelessly
............
this isn't working...
4:20 am
sitting in my corner
staring into the darkness
my back is pressing into the wall
my knees are curled up by my chest
this isn't comfortable
quite the opposite actually...
yet I am unable to move
my head feels heavy
but empty at the same time
my vision seems slightly blurred...
6:30 am
waking up in the kitchen
on top of the washer and dryer
I haven't the faintest idea how I got there
or why, for that matter
my back hurts and my neck's sore
but hey, whatever
I see my reflection in the toaster
my hair is a mess and my eyes are bloodshot
I have a random craving for bacon
I'm hungry....
http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi
eh. It's amusing enough.
Hey, anyone who has myspace, you should be my friend. :) Haha.
http://blog.myspace.com/madinsomniac
Here's a poem I wrote over a year ago.
Musings of an Insomniac
12:30 am
at my computer
staring blankly at the screen
flipping through a catalogue
there are five windows running
I'm giving a new meaning to the word 'multitask'
yet, at the same time
I'm doing nothing at all
1:25 am
curled up my chair
staring out the window
looking at the crescent moon
I'm fascinated by the shadows it makes
through the vertical blinds
I stare off into space
my neck begins to ach
2:09 am
sitting on my floor
writing in my notebook
my words have deep, personal meaning to me
(at the moment they do, at least)
yet to anybody else
they are vague and confusing
which I suppose they are, in a way
they have no order whatsoever
just ramblings about my emotions
my eyes feel tired
2:40 am
lying on my bed
staring at the ceiling
perhaps if I lie still in the dark
I will drift off to sleep
.......
I start humming tunelessly
............
this isn't working...
4:20 am
sitting in my corner
staring into the darkness
my back is pressing into the wall
my knees are curled up by my chest
this isn't comfortable
quite the opposite actually...
yet I am unable to move
my head feels heavy
but empty at the same time
my vision seems slightly blurred...
6:30 am
waking up in the kitchen
on top of the washer and dryer
I haven't the faintest idea how I got there
or why, for that matter
my back hurts and my neck's sore
but hey, whatever
I see my reflection in the toaster
my hair is a mess and my eyes are bloodshot
I have a random craving for bacon
I'm hungry....