GET SOME
LIVE LOVE BURN DIE!
Atreyu=awesome beyond all accounts previously mentioned. Watched Sin City.. pulled a Tina and fell asleep. My political views are changing..like the wind.
When you can no longer recognize your name amongst the wind, it is time for you to step back and see where you forgot who you were.
True as plum pudding. What's bread pudding? and why would anyone want to ruin good pudding and bread? It's probably because it saved old icky bread.
Tomorrow..goal? Packing my life back into tupperware boxes of all assortments, seeing my grandmother, throwing away things from my life of a bygone era, figuring out what the essence of why I lost myself, counting down the minutes till romanticism rules my world..
I am now and finally happy with my major. It entitles many a cool thing. I am a nutriton, dietetics major with the true meaning of Hospitality Administration in mind. In other words...:managing a luxuary hotel, or opening an exquisite restaurant where only classy people are allowed in, that doesn't mean snooty people they get leather goods.
Snooty people::::: rich/poor/subversive/intellectuals/hippies/bluecollars/students/hipsters...i will not discriminate. you get the boot to the ass and a belt to the mouth. my friends, drinks are ALWAYS on me, in moderation..in other words if you can lift a glass most likely i'm buying..and lets send a round around the bar, cause the classy people of the world need a place to call home..my restaurant will be for the people of the world that need that extra oommph to make it though the day/week/month/year. i will never turn you down, or stop believeing you, and treat the staff nice, once they too were in a place of desolation called reality. so play nice, eat amazing outlandish food, and come drink in peace/love/ and bullet proof marshmallows at "ELBOWS AND KNEES"damn link wont let me copy right it..but fuck it's mine..that's my bar...so yea..there's my life goal right there..right here..but i'm right here right now dreaming up that fantastic place.
So school one day..sorta? time is really subjective to your own point of view. I run on a 34 hour clock..what about you? Eh? come on shake the feelings of oppression of time off your groggy head...wake up..dawn is near...stay up late and by late i mean early. with friends with a lover, with your cat/dog/fish. dream a little dream, put two fingers in the air and support your fellow man...that's whos backing you anyways..
Atreyu=awesome beyond all accounts previously mentioned. Watched Sin City.. pulled a Tina and fell asleep. My political views are changing..like the wind.
When you can no longer recognize your name amongst the wind, it is time for you to step back and see where you forgot who you were.
True as plum pudding. What's bread pudding? and why would anyone want to ruin good pudding and bread? It's probably because it saved old icky bread.
Tomorrow..goal? Packing my life back into tupperware boxes of all assortments, seeing my grandmother, throwing away things from my life of a bygone era, figuring out what the essence of why I lost myself, counting down the minutes till romanticism rules my world..
I am now and finally happy with my major. It entitles many a cool thing. I am a nutriton, dietetics major with the true meaning of Hospitality Administration in mind. In other words...:managing a luxuary hotel, or opening an exquisite restaurant where only classy people are allowed in, that doesn't mean snooty people they get leather goods.
Snooty people::::: rich/poor/subversive/intellectuals/hippies/bluecollars/students/hipsters...i will not discriminate. you get the boot to the ass and a belt to the mouth. my friends, drinks are ALWAYS on me, in moderation..in other words if you can lift a glass most likely i'm buying..and lets send a round around the bar, cause the classy people of the world need a place to call home..my restaurant will be for the people of the world that need that extra oommph to make it though the day/week/month/year. i will never turn you down, or stop believeing you, and treat the staff nice, once they too were in a place of desolation called reality. so play nice, eat amazing outlandish food, and come drink in peace/love/ and bullet proof marshmallows at "ELBOWS AND KNEES"damn link wont let me copy right it..but fuck it's mine..that's my bar...so yea..there's my life goal right there..right here..but i'm right here right now dreaming up that fantastic place.
So school one day..sorta? time is really subjective to your own point of view. I run on a 34 hour clock..what about you? Eh? come on shake the feelings of oppression of time off your groggy head...wake up..dawn is near...stay up late and by late i mean early. with friends with a lover, with your cat/dog/fish. dream a little dream, put two fingers in the air and support your fellow man...that's whos backing you anyways..