It's offically 2something on a monday morning but it still counts as a scattered Sunday for me, first thing, when I see the spelling of "scattered" my tongue trips over it like it had stretched in size and was some where by my feet.
Is it "scatted"? No? No clue, even urbandictionary-ed it.
I spent early afternoon at Pharmacy Black (Melb) caught a car to Bubble around midnight, got home, stumbling over my baby powder dusted converse all-star feet and sucking my thumb (apparently I had cut it without knowing I had).
Went to sleep around, six am and woke up at eleven. Force fed myself some Lipton's peach tea, Heaven Triple Chocolate Fudge ice cream and half of a small vegetarian pizza... sounds like a lot but there was alot of skirting. Felt sick after eating but then got that calm feeling a hour later.
Strangely enough, right after that I felt like dancing, so I did a couple spins and shuffle to nonexistant music.
The negatives, I should be writing this in my LiveJournal, but I'm feeling a little vulnerable right now. Number two, I've been thinking about sex too much lately, I hadn't even notice I was lonly...
Actually, my headspace reminds me of a Janeane Garofalo joke that after the fact after a night on the town she'd chastise herself for her behavior... but since her apartment walls are so thin, she'd meet her neighbors in the hall next morning and they'd comment "I heard you and your boyfriend last night... you are so mean to him!"