Tea, Please.
Im drinking green tea as i do every morning. This time, at midnight...because i cant sleep. My brain never stops churnning!Grr freakin grr.
I just snuggled up to my dad. He makes me at ease. His korny jokes and hilarious sense of humor could make anyone at ease, even edgar allen poe. woot tootin tootsie.
I found a box full-o old pins, broaches, ect. today. I jumped for joy. Almost as excited as when Jenna sees my with her food-MAC....donalds. anyways, i found randoms-WEIRD RANDOMS.MOORRRRIIISISEEYYY pins-out the balooga, home made marc bolan ones, BIG ONES, they're huuuuge....a few sleater-kinney ones, which i will be sharring with my ariely and jimi payne, or as you may know aj payton. the broaches...on the other hand. BY GOLLY. funny stuff man let me tell you.i wont go into detail about those-no words to describe...lets just say-TUBULAR.
This whole journal thing is jsut so that i can think out loud. it acutaly kindof makes me sleepy.
So, today at work...my kids asked me to sing the "dute dute do do" song as they call it. WHOSE THE BOSS' by CHUGGA CHUGGA. yeah they're adorable. they sing it loud and proud with me. Ultra cutes.
im the supervisor now at work or seomthing. whihc means if theres a fire, nader, ect..im in charge!GAH!
I played with the babies a lot. Blake and i are pretty good pals. Hes a cute little 10 month old blond. so amazing. he talks, kindof. like not grunts, but something like that...and hes tiny. and had big blue eyes. and has a sweet ace name. he cuddles with me and i sing a nat king cole song to him-mono lisa. but replace mona lisa with blakey beasel. "blakey beasel blakey beasel, they have named you...your so like the baby with, a mystic smile...is it only cause your lonely, they have blamed you..for that blakey beasel strangness...in your smile. Do you smile, to temp a lover, blakey beasel, or is this your way to hide a broken heart, many dreams, have been brought to yuor door step. they just lie there..adn the die there. are you warm?are you real? bllllakey beasel. or just a cold and lonely, lovely work, of art."
thennnn i met eric poo at mags. then we headed over to used kids. where i ran into my night manager and other ex employeeees.-opa. good ole ryan. his hair is long now. and he looks more skinner then as before. good, ole, ryan.
thennnn we headed over to flying pizza. I got the norm-TWO, yes TWO slices of cheese with a water...or an occasional pink lemonade. we chatted about our soon to be zine. SHORT STORIES, RANDOM ARTSY STUFF, ECT!
It'll be dumb-diddle-lee.
im going to post some old stuff soon-GET PUMPED, and high on life.
for now
GET YER FINGER OUT-O MY WATER GLASS!
I just snuggled up to my dad. He makes me at ease. His korny jokes and hilarious sense of humor could make anyone at ease, even edgar allen poe. woot tootin tootsie.
I found a box full-o old pins, broaches, ect. today. I jumped for joy. Almost as excited as when Jenna sees my with her food-MAC....donalds. anyways, i found randoms-WEIRD RANDOMS.MOORRRRIIISISEEYYY pins-out the balooga, home made marc bolan ones, BIG ONES, they're huuuuge....a few sleater-kinney ones, which i will be sharring with my ariely and jimi payne, or as you may know aj payton. the broaches...on the other hand. BY GOLLY. funny stuff man let me tell you.i wont go into detail about those-no words to describe...lets just say-TUBULAR.
This whole journal thing is jsut so that i can think out loud. it acutaly kindof makes me sleepy.
So, today at work...my kids asked me to sing the "dute dute do do" song as they call it. WHOSE THE BOSS' by CHUGGA CHUGGA. yeah they're adorable. they sing it loud and proud with me. Ultra cutes.
im the supervisor now at work or seomthing. whihc means if theres a fire, nader, ect..im in charge!GAH!
I played with the babies a lot. Blake and i are pretty good pals. Hes a cute little 10 month old blond. so amazing. he talks, kindof. like not grunts, but something like that...and hes tiny. and had big blue eyes. and has a sweet ace name. he cuddles with me and i sing a nat king cole song to him-mono lisa. but replace mona lisa with blakey beasel. "blakey beasel blakey beasel, they have named you...your so like the baby with, a mystic smile...is it only cause your lonely, they have blamed you..for that blakey beasel strangness...in your smile. Do you smile, to temp a lover, blakey beasel, or is this your way to hide a broken heart, many dreams, have been brought to yuor door step. they just lie there..adn the die there. are you warm?are you real? bllllakey beasel. or just a cold and lonely, lovely work, of art."
thennnn i met eric poo at mags. then we headed over to used kids. where i ran into my night manager and other ex employeeees.-opa. good ole ryan. his hair is long now. and he looks more skinner then as before. good, ole, ryan.
thennnn we headed over to flying pizza. I got the norm-TWO, yes TWO slices of cheese with a water...or an occasional pink lemonade. we chatted about our soon to be zine. SHORT STORIES, RANDOM ARTSY STUFF, ECT!
It'll be dumb-diddle-lee.
im going to post some old stuff soon-GET PUMPED, and high on life.
for now
GET YER FINGER OUT-O MY WATER GLASS!