heart racing chest constricting...
Well. My skin is still bumpy and reacting not so nicely to something I have ingested or otherwise been in contact with.. Poop.. My skin feels all fiery!! I guess this might be ok for redheads... Fiery and all.. But... I'm not so comfortable with it.. No... No so much so.
I'm listening to Kill Bill 1 soundtrack..
And.. I have a BOWL of coffee sitting between my legs... That's right... B O W L ..... C O F F E E ..... betweenmylegs.. This can't be good. This is what happens when my bottle of tequila runs out and I start feeling bad for never having any money when my friends ask me to come smoke.... such is life..
For some reason whenever I start typing a word that begins with "W" I want to type "with" in fact I DO type with, and then have to go back *clickclickclick* and type the real word I was supposed to put...
Damnit..
I wrote a friend about accidentally falling asleep last night (well, not nearly as accidental as one might think- I was pretty damn tired). But since I was writing (again with !!) this message at some crazy gardawful hour 4am I typed "drewling" when referring to that nearly too often occuring wonderful result of passing out in my floor. 'sright.. I sleep in the floor... I don't have a bed. mhmmm..... oh yeah..
So I'm pretty cracked out right now, and the kill bill soundtrack is over and my friend Joe's music is playing... Actually, his brotha Spammo's song.. Feign Sleep, by Tenfold.. yeah... So happy... some crazy shit like 162 bpm... INNSANE.... It keeps me going...
I'm listening to Kill Bill 1 soundtrack..
And.. I have a BOWL of coffee sitting between my legs... That's right... B O W L ..... C O F F E E ..... betweenmylegs.. This can't be good. This is what happens when my bottle of tequila runs out and I start feeling bad for never having any money when my friends ask me to come smoke.... such is life..
For some reason whenever I start typing a word that begins with "W" I want to type "with" in fact I DO type with, and then have to go back *clickclickclick* and type the real word I was supposed to put...
Damnit..
I wrote a friend about accidentally falling asleep last night (well, not nearly as accidental as one might think- I was pretty damn tired). But since I was writing (again with !!) this message at some crazy gardawful hour 4am I typed "drewling" when referring to that nearly too often occuring wonderful result of passing out in my floor. 'sright.. I sleep in the floor... I don't have a bed. mhmmm..... oh yeah..
So I'm pretty cracked out right now, and the kill bill soundtrack is over and my friend Joe's music is playing... Actually, his brotha Spammo's song.. Feign Sleep, by Tenfold.. yeah... So happy... some crazy shit like 162 bpm... INNSANE.... It keeps me going...