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so i was 16 minutes late, but does 16 minutes really fucking matter when tomorrow, i don't actually have to do anything???
i think i will have a margarita and select the "pants optional" box.
i think i will put on the affected robot-girl voice in my head while writing this.
i think i will think about all of the shit i still have to do
and proceed not to do anything about it. i will feel guilty, for a moment. as soon as that guilt starts to set in, i will make a milkshake or watch reruns of felicity. or both.
i think i will do my broadcast assignment the morning before it's due.
i think i will enjoy the hell out of life, at least until i have to put on pants.
i should go rent american splendor, seeing as though i now have the technology to actually view it. or all three godfathers. or as many cohen brothers movies as i can cram into a day.
or mr. show.
oh yes... mr. show... the most amazing thing ever.
day of sloth. how i hope you never end.
i think i will have a margarita and select the "pants optional" box.
i think i will put on the affected robot-girl voice in my head while writing this.
i think i will think about all of the shit i still have to do
and proceed not to do anything about it. i will feel guilty, for a moment. as soon as that guilt starts to set in, i will make a milkshake or watch reruns of felicity. or both.
i think i will do my broadcast assignment the morning before it's due.
i think i will enjoy the hell out of life, at least until i have to put on pants.
i should go rent american splendor, seeing as though i now have the technology to actually view it. or all three godfathers. or as many cohen brothers movies as i can cram into a day.
or mr. show.
oh yes... mr. show... the most amazing thing ever.
day of sloth. how i hope you never end.