A Spoonful Of Sugar

...Gives you diabetes.
Eat it, AND DIE.

No, eat all the sugar in the world - if you want. No-one's gonna stop you. Unless you're diabetic and your physician's got you on lockdown.

It's Monday,
And the time is 10:37pm. My right leg is growing numb, I don't know about my left one 'cause I can't feel it at all. My imaginary frostbite is overcoming my feet and I really need to study for my test tomorrow. I've sucked in too much helium and drank more-than-enough energy drinks. Once again, my heart is mangled - it's one of those days again.

It's been a little over 7 months, and it's still throbbing. Dear heart, I pray for you.

Topic numero dos: Aliases.
Apart from adrenaline-rushing rollercoasters, painful bunjee wedgies, 'in-my-dreams-have-I-gone' sky-diving and dangerous cave exploring; I find the idea of aliases and different identities absolutely thrill-seeking. I could only wish that my name was really Bonez, but it's not. I could only wish that my age is 279, but it's not. I could only wish that Paolo Nutini was my husband, but he's not... yet.

I don't know how to close this entry, so here's something awkward:
Did you just fart? 'Cause you blew me away.