up all night

i need to shower. but i don't think it will be happening in the any near future. i'm a little stoney, a little dirty and now, a little mad. i tried to put my angry face back in hibernation, but that little bitch wants to jump up at all angles. adjacents, even. i'm so tired of this. feeling all frumpy like. call me 'frumplestiltskin' and i'd probably answer. but i suppose not. i suppose i'm wonderful and i don't deserve that. next time? side hammer to the temple. and, yes, the temple that was bashed against all those rocks. i want to stand on top of my roof and yell, "i feel like a bitch the sheets twist me up." i probably should. how much time did i waste? i do believe that's what i was trying to figure out last night, whilst still frying upon jessica's prize leather couch. i had snakes for veins and moons for eyes and i stayed up all night, of course. i should sleep soon. shower first.