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My mind is in about eight different places.
And none of them are all that interesting, so read about it.
- My life right now consists of the Civil War (as I’m currently reading Angels & Demons), putting about 15% effort into ever faucet of my senior year of high school, sleeping entirely too much, the occasional weed or alcohol binge, cleaning tables with chocolate shit and fondue cheese sauce all over ‘em, and working out. I think this entire line-up would be way more refreshing if I could include names of say, well, actual people?
- Now that I have my car back, I remember what it’s like to be absolutely liberated from the confinement of this house. I also remember just how lonely a half a tank of gas can be.
- It should be funny how she can ruin a perfectly good and cold evening just by referring to me as ‘pal’, but it isn’t. Instead, it’s just ridiculous and in the grand scheme of things, water under the bridge, because I don’t have the patience to deal with some kind of long-distance arbitrary incident.
- I’m getting sick of sitting around and telling myself that I could be a pro at writing some kind of sketch comedy and literally doing nothing about it. So tonight, I wrote for a bit. And I need to set the ball rolling on this thing.
- Sometime this weekend, if your name isn’t Shabu Fondue, you owe me a call. It’s either that, or old time western pictures with you and all of your immediate family.
Make it easy on yourself and just fuckin’ call me.
And none of them are all that interesting, so read about it.
- My life right now consists of the Civil War (as I’m currently reading Angels & Demons), putting about 15% effort into ever faucet of my senior year of high school, sleeping entirely too much, the occasional weed or alcohol binge, cleaning tables with chocolate shit and fondue cheese sauce all over ‘em, and working out. I think this entire line-up would be way more refreshing if I could include names of say, well, actual people?
- Now that I have my car back, I remember what it’s like to be absolutely liberated from the confinement of this house. I also remember just how lonely a half a tank of gas can be.
- It should be funny how she can ruin a perfectly good and cold evening just by referring to me as ‘pal’, but it isn’t. Instead, it’s just ridiculous and in the grand scheme of things, water under the bridge, because I don’t have the patience to deal with some kind of long-distance arbitrary incident.
- I’m getting sick of sitting around and telling myself that I could be a pro at writing some kind of sketch comedy and literally doing nothing about it. So tonight, I wrote for a bit. And I need to set the ball rolling on this thing.
- Sometime this weekend, if your name isn’t Shabu Fondue, you owe me a call. It’s either that, or old time western pictures with you and all of your immediate family.
Make it easy on yourself and just fuckin’ call me.