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consider me someone who hates computers and television but wastes entirely too much time sitting in front of them. I don't know how to simply complete the task and move on.
I've made a mental map for the day and I refuse to set the plans into motion. it should follow like this...
shower, dress, bank, dmv, babas, target, mall, kathys, home
plug food in somewhere and you've got what i will call a productive day off, except it looks wet and shitty outside, like a wet, shitty newspaper falling apart, stuck in some city gutter somewhere, and i'm not going to paint. and I'm fucking sick. probably from the beach on saturday night. not because the jersey shore is the toilet of the northeast coast, because it was cold as fuck. i contemplated swimming that night and surely would have succomb to cardiac arrest.
So the dillema lies, sleep over whatever sickness I have contracted in my musty, dusty, cesspool of a room or battle through, slay dragons and get down with the sickness. Call me up, I want to come over and kiss you and drink from the same glasses and make you sick like me.
no but really, call me up, i wanna hang out. i'll leave my sore throat at the door.
I've made a mental map for the day and I refuse to set the plans into motion. it should follow like this...
shower, dress, bank, dmv, babas, target, mall, kathys, home
plug food in somewhere and you've got what i will call a productive day off, except it looks wet and shitty outside, like a wet, shitty newspaper falling apart, stuck in some city gutter somewhere, and i'm not going to paint. and I'm fucking sick. probably from the beach on saturday night. not because the jersey shore is the toilet of the northeast coast, because it was cold as fuck. i contemplated swimming that night and surely would have succomb to cardiac arrest.
So the dillema lies, sleep over whatever sickness I have contracted in my musty, dusty, cesspool of a room or battle through, slay dragons and get down with the sickness. Call me up, I want to come over and kiss you and drink from the same glasses and make you sick like me.
no but really, call me up, i wanna hang out. i'll leave my sore throat at the door.