morbid and fester are amazing words
today kelly came over. and we watched Gummo. that is the most amazing movie ive ever seen. if you enjoy watching plotless and disturbing movies about inbred hicks, i highly recommend it.
somehow, even though i get paychecks regularly, i still always seem to be on the verge of being broke. and i never really have anything to show for it. i need to stop going out to eat so much.
i hate taxes.
kelly and i found a mole rat break-dancing in the street. seriously. it was on its side and it was twirling in circles around a rock. so i picked it up in my bandana and then it burrowed in my hand and didnt want to get out again. i named him curtis. i was sad to leave him.
my dad came in my room today just to tell me theyd be keeping a close watch on me this year and having lots of rules. because this year is important and i guess they think that without their constant ridiculous rules like bedtimes and their reminders to do my homework, or work on college shit, or stop spending so much time with my friends, id completely waste this year and ruin my life. i cant wait until next year when im 18 and they cant tell me what to do anymore.
every day in journalism we put makeup on micah and i give him french braids. i think we're all slightly askew in the mind, and i love it.
i scratched symbols into his neck. it was weird. it made the ink bleed.
somehow, even though i get paychecks regularly, i still always seem to be on the verge of being broke. and i never really have anything to show for it. i need to stop going out to eat so much.
i hate taxes.
kelly and i found a mole rat break-dancing in the street. seriously. it was on its side and it was twirling in circles around a rock. so i picked it up in my bandana and then it burrowed in my hand and didnt want to get out again. i named him curtis. i was sad to leave him.
my dad came in my room today just to tell me theyd be keeping a close watch on me this year and having lots of rules. because this year is important and i guess they think that without their constant ridiculous rules like bedtimes and their reminders to do my homework, or work on college shit, or stop spending so much time with my friends, id completely waste this year and ruin my life. i cant wait until next year when im 18 and they cant tell me what to do anymore.
every day in journalism we put makeup on micah and i give him french braids. i think we're all slightly askew in the mind, and i love it.
i scratched symbols into his neck. it was weird. it made the ink bleed.