Jan 20, 2006 07:51
So like the title suggest im working at a tiresome hour.... that hour being a bit be-fore the 8 o clock egg sandwhich panic for the construction workers everywhere. Listen... somebody talk to me... or better yet... wake up, at all. I mean plainly I dont want you to see me, not like this... in my element of insomnia. But cant you see the panic stricken facial expressions im making? Im in a warehouse, at DCC by myself... for a continuous period of time... 9 hours actually. SO if you love me and I know you do, you will string on your mechanical license and work boots and work here at the 'imitation' docs with me. Or call me. Or maybe think about me between bowel movements...cause that one time It made alot of sense... and Ill know, because im like that, Alright let me explain my actions with an hour in.
- Wrote a story about a riot...with absolutly no basis for the story, Like most modern day screen-plays! Like Randy Newman probubly said...often... I dont need to watch it to write a song about it. So I dont need to be a minority who is a fan of the lakers to know what being in a riot is like. Isnt this fun?
-Checked myspace like 5 times...about once a minuet...still says "under construction" But maybe I feel like im rushing them a bit so the foreman will push em that much harder and thier wives will have to sleep with the neighbor tonight, which is fine, as long as I can look at my 184 freinds profile pics to see who has the most hilarious partys, or who can pull of an unseasonable polo...and in this weather?! That would be hot.
-Contemplated suicide by conversation... with a retard,... I dunno, wondered if it could happen.
-I wrote this post.
Ok world see you later... in like 30 minuets or so...