*ive lost my mojo...*
it is 5 am. you may be thinking... what are you doing awake at 5 am? nothing. absolutely nothing. i spent my day with the dog, watching movies on tv. (which included road trip, all 3 austin posers movies, a few shitty sitcoms, bait, and in the army now. although at 1am i finally changed out of my pajamas to go roaming the city in search of cookies, and during my search i met some very "interesting" characters. and when i got home i attempted to clean the apt... but theres something about pauly shore. he isnt necessarily a guilty pleasure of mine, just hypnotizing. i wish i could sleep. i didnt fall asleep until 8am last night. and it was storming too...(usually the sound of rain makes me sleep like a baby).
what i should have been doing all day was cleaning up this total pigstye of a room that im inhabiting because chris is supposed to be showing it to someone tomorrow. so my goal is to at least be awake and dressed before they get here. that would be perfect, im sure. he would lead this person up the stairs and open the door... "this is the room. theres a big closet over here... and. um. that is... my current roommate. (picture me; sprawled across my bed, half hanging off, mouth wide open and breath stinking, snoring like a freight train because the dog hair has been bugging my allergies, my hair looking like the bride of frankenstein, mascara and black eyeliner smeared, babbling comeplete nonsense... half waking up, saying (incoherently because i will be too tired to actually move my mouth) "hey, nice to meet you. now fuck off." i hope that visual was as entertaining for you as it was for me...
what i should have been doing all day was cleaning up this total pigstye of a room that im inhabiting because chris is supposed to be showing it to someone tomorrow. so my goal is to at least be awake and dressed before they get here. that would be perfect, im sure. he would lead this person up the stairs and open the door... "this is the room. theres a big closet over here... and. um. that is... my current roommate. (picture me; sprawled across my bed, half hanging off, mouth wide open and breath stinking, snoring like a freight train because the dog hair has been bugging my allergies, my hair looking like the bride of frankenstein, mascara and black eyeliner smeared, babbling comeplete nonsense... half waking up, saying (incoherently because i will be too tired to actually move my mouth) "hey, nice to meet you. now fuck off." i hope that visual was as entertaining for you as it was for me...