I feel like yellow.
Yellow coffee.
That's weird huh? Well, I've figured out that I'm strange, and I like me that way.
How many people actually like themselves...not many I know.
I'm completely satisfied with the person I am and the way I turned out...
(thanks parents for not letting me watch rated R movies until I had enough sense not to ask any more...now I'm a pervert.)

But anyway...yellow coffee. I don't know how to explain that. It just came into my head.
Maybe because I had coffee twice today...haven't done that in a while. I'm really feeling very wired. The kind of wired where you want to jump on someone's bed, or tell someone in your office you can't stand, what it is about them in detail that bothers you. And when they cry you laugh in their face and think of other mean things to tell them. Ok. Yes, there is someone in my office I can't stand, and instead of risking my paycheck I'll keep typing here. But I really want to...maybe on my last day of work...I have my reasons, believe me.

Yellow coffee. Well, ok, I felt like yellow. Like I was in a yellow mood, you know? Then I decided I felt like coffee too because the mochaccino was starting to kick in. That's where yellow coffee came from...then I thought that's not really that far fetched because in about an hour it will be yellow, but that would mean I feel like pee. And I don't feel like I'm excess waste, so maybe that's not right...I feel orange. Energetic, sunny and almost annoying. Orange is borderline annoying. Yellow is pretty annoying too now that I think about it, because it screams look at me. Must be why those are Leo colors, and since I'm a leo, I'll just embrace the colors and be happy.

My thoughts are making me dizzy. Ha ha. Welcome to the inside of my head. I'm not really letting all of it out, because I have to keep somethings to myself or else I'd be too weird...institutional weird even. Hmmm. I don't know if I'd hate being locked up in one of those things for a couple days, anything I'd do would be justified because I'd be "crazy." Labels, labels, labels. I remember reading one time that someone said that being labeled crazy was the most freeing thing that ever happened to her (i think) because she didn't have to answer to anyone or make any excuses for anything. She was allowed to just exist. Or maybe I saw it in a movie. I don't remember. Side effects of that green stuff...it's definitely fucked my short term. That's why I write everything down now.

Uh, I have an idiot student on the phone and speaks really slowly. He's gettin on my nerves complaing about something and has no idea what he's talking about. What a moron. Right, he ruined my blog now. What was I talking about? Oh yes. Writing shit down. I do it all the time, only way to keep my thoughts. But the trick is knowing what to write down...I found something I wrote yesterday (in German no less) and wooo buddy. I hope my boyfriend didn't read it. Haha. It was almost disturbing, well, probably not to him. Lets just say my sexual id was talking big shit that day.

Right...thanks for riding in my head with me, it's probably better that I stop now though. Until I rave again....

Now we know why caffeine is a drug.