my only wish is to be a-thrum
Grant me this, nebulous Who/Whatever. Anyway.
Hotmail is suddenly all, here, have 250MB of storage, O free user. A jump from 2 to 250? Is that right? My Gmail account in the meantime is still sitting neglected after its birth three months ago.
A vow of silence (length x) would be so easy to fulfill in this camp. In this stagnant state, I feel like peeling my skin off, ripping my esophagus out, other similarly violent things, etcetera. In reality, my pain threshold is pa-the-tic, I'm tellin' ya.
The battery of my new-to-me car is dead, somehow, I really don't know how, so this weekend I will need to jump it. Using jumper cables. First thing: procure jumper cables. The ones I had were, I'm convinced, in the trunk of the carcass of my old car, which is surely in pieces in some junk yard by now. How do cars work, I want detailed knowledge to just drop into my head, via Beelzebub hijacking a Queen cassette in a tape deck because that is always funny.
Self, listen: the key to navigating these days is one step in front of another, yeah. You have a damn lot to be thankful for and the least you could do is to live up to ____, be worthy of such. And I take it back, nebulous Who/What-the-fuck-ever: I have another wish, which is to stop looking at life as a series of things that must merely be "gotten over with." But first, a series of things that must be gotten over with.
(A joke, a joke! sort of.)
Okay. De-stagnate.
There were 28 dead wasps in the shower the other week.
(Dude, Hotmail, did you just erase all my contacts--)
Hotmail is suddenly all, here, have 250MB of storage, O free user. A jump from 2 to 250? Is that right? My Gmail account in the meantime is still sitting neglected after its birth three months ago.
A vow of silence (length x) would be so easy to fulfill in this camp. In this stagnant state, I feel like peeling my skin off, ripping my esophagus out, other similarly violent things, etcetera. In reality, my pain threshold is pa-the-tic, I'm tellin' ya.
The battery of my new-to-me car is dead, somehow, I really don't know how, so this weekend I will need to jump it. Using jumper cables. First thing: procure jumper cables. The ones I had were, I'm convinced, in the trunk of the carcass of my old car, which is surely in pieces in some junk yard by now. How do cars work, I want detailed knowledge to just drop into my head, via Beelzebub hijacking a Queen cassette in a tape deck because that is always funny.
Self, listen: the key to navigating these days is one step in front of another, yeah. You have a damn lot to be thankful for and the least you could do is to live up to ____, be worthy of such. And I take it back, nebulous Who/What-the-fuck-ever: I have another wish, which is to stop looking at life as a series of things that must merely be "gotten over with." But first, a series of things that must be gotten over with.
(A joke, a joke! sort of.)
Okay. De-stagnate.
There were 28 dead wasps in the shower the other week.
(Dude, Hotmail, did you just erase all my contacts--)