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i can't find the remote control so i can't get this vapid VH1 celebrity couples shit to go away. fortunately it's mostly drowned out by some mysterious crashing sounds from outside. OH SHIT I FOUND IT.
so, right, the crashing. it's really foggy outside or it might just be that i haven't cleaned the windows (or my glasses) since i moved into this place and it reminds me of that Stephen King story. the one that's the first story in the book with the monkey on the cover. Skeleton Crew? I'm too lazy to check. it's pretty easy to imagine something slimy creeping through the alley, though. considering that this is socal, it would probably knock on the window and go "CAN I GET FI' DOLLA FO' A CRACK ROCK?!" shit, right, the crashing. it sounds like train cars crashing together but i don't know of any railroad tracks and maybe god is just playing with his tonka toys tonight. or maybe i'm a fucking lunatic. but it's keeping me awake or at least that's where i'll put the blame because it's easier to curse trains than to think of her.
the real reason i'm awake tonight? misery, thou art a BITCH.
so, right, the crashing. it's really foggy outside or it might just be that i haven't cleaned the windows (or my glasses) since i moved into this place and it reminds me of that Stephen King story. the one that's the first story in the book with the monkey on the cover. Skeleton Crew? I'm too lazy to check. it's pretty easy to imagine something slimy creeping through the alley, though. considering that this is socal, it would probably knock on the window and go "CAN I GET FI' DOLLA FO' A CRACK ROCK?!" shit, right, the crashing. it sounds like train cars crashing together but i don't know of any railroad tracks and maybe god is just playing with his tonka toys tonight. or maybe i'm a fucking lunatic. but it's keeping me awake or at least that's where i'll put the blame because it's easier to curse trains than to think of her.
the real reason i'm awake tonight? misery, thou art a BITCH.