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[3rd_engine]

I’m listening to Dean Martin right now.

That’s Amore, to be precise.

And I am a fucking clichéBut that’s entirely irrelevant to anything, really now. There’s bigger things around me this evening, the chemistry of the world set in motion, as now, sitting in the comfort of the office chair I received and constructed from my 17th birthday, I think

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[___justsettle]

Yes, great. One big sleepover, I am so down. I mean, I would go. Of course, it would involve me sneaking out of my home to an unknown destination. I don't mind.
I use to sleep next to my mother's bed. Not in it, because there never seemed to be enough room for me. Great. I was stuck on the floor when, in the middle of the night, a huge pittbull dog named Bomber would lay ontop of my head, slowly pushing me off my pillow, and I would be squished against the wall. It's memories like those that keep us going.
It's okay that you're growing up, kid. It's going to happen to all of us one day, just be glad you're not a dumb twit and you're actually going out into the world with some real knowledge.
Saves the Day is all you need to know, right? .. no?
well, I'm fucked.
Oh, and I found it funny that I'm just like you; I am such a deep sleeper, not even the blaring of two alarm clocks combined can wake me up. No, it's the fact that I set my alarm to play rap music at my requested time. And I hate rap. Yes, I'll get up to turn that shit off.
I took up too much room and too much time.
<3jas