i'm bored. i'm fucking bored. and now i am also pissed because somehow i fucked up the last post i tried to write on being bored. so, i will try once again to write this DAMN post. i have to cool down first. breathe in, fart out. okay. better.
so, as i was saying, i'm bored. i'm as bored as a tree full of woodpeckers. i have tried many things in the past 2 hours to unbore myself. i have listened to Dreamland. bored. i have listened to Rock Against Bush volume 1. bored. i masturbated. bored. i have flipped through a zine. bored. i have taken Ativan. bored. i have tried to sleep, but i bored myself awake. i have blogsurfed. interesting but still bored. now i am drinking an IBC cream soda and listening to Rock Against Bush volume 2 and typing this and, well, i'm a little less bored, but i'm still pissed about losing the last post. see, i am normally never bored as i can entertain myself pretty well. but not lately. i think it's the Cymbalta. it has also really ruined my libido. my fantasies are sunday morning cartoons compared to the sexfests they normally are. masturbating to a good "bad" fantasy is a great boredom breaker.
i wish i was in New York City. i wish i was in Waikiki. i was never bored in Hawaii. there was so much to do. i wish i was in Boston. i'm glad i'm not in Alabama. hell, i wish i was in Providence. see, part of the problem is that i am also lonely. i miss my husband. if he were here, i would not be bored. i'd be sweaty, or satisfied, or happy or content or even arguing would be better that this loneliness. sigh. maybe i'll talk Hinoserm into finding the Armegeddon Shop (all things punk) in Providence tomorrow. i still feel pretty shitty, but damn it! i'm not gonna be bored tomorrow, too. atleast i get a visit with my husband, and, oh i have to make an appointment at the vet for my mother's cat.
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