throw me into the sea

i feel like shit. i feel like not doing anything ever again. speaking, or coming up with someting to say for that matter, is like hell right now. i dont want to eat my dinner, i dont want to go out and watch movies, i dont even really want to write. i wrote up my monthly expenditures, did a basic weekly shopping list. you know, things that seem productive but arent really in any way, shape or form.
i should do some cleaning, sweep the floor in the kitchen, clean up the bedroom, vacuum in the hall and scrub the bathroom, but me and my bald head cannot be fucked. i should take mums advice from last weekend. when you feel like shit, get up and move around. when you feel good, that's when you stay home and have lazy days. endorphins and shit.
even as i think about getting things done i feel happier and more like a can type fast. i still dont want to eat my dinner, but that's okay.
i need to buy kitchen things. tupperware, a food processed. beater. you know, the usual things that one dreams of. i need coffee. i need to not smoke anymore, even though it is so enjoyable.
i need to throw my face around, wear pretty things. just generally be exciting. i need to throw caution to the wind and blow bitches up.
i need to get a hold of myself and not just write words as they come to mind.
peace out, im off to move things around. love.