girly boners.
every day 7am nag to get up from my mother.
every day 730am nag from my brain to get up.
*STRETCH*
all of a sudden i am at school and engulfed in emails
all of a sudden i am at school enduring and sweating out my frustrations in monotonous rotations at the smelly u of a gym.
all of a sudden i am trying to do school work but my cd is skipping or i decide to be social and turn on msn.
i get down to work and click buttons so that i can look at the work i have done and wonder where all my creativity went.
i receive about 5 phone calls after 6pm because everyone knows i have no daytime minutes.
gerald said he would buy me some more.
i say i'm gonna stay at school and do work. and i do.
and i stay till like 9 or 10 sometimes later.
tabia calls with propositions of smoking bowls, red wine and sometimes blue crush... or margaret cho....
like i'm gonna say no.
this weekend felt a lot the same. school. work. weed. friends. booze. phone calls. but this time. THIS TIME... i got to make out a bit more than usual. hee hee.. i can't be giddy over this cos
a) i dunno you besides yer last name and your lips
b) drama of your kind is something i've experienced already
c) i'm moving away.
HOLY FUCK. I'M MOVING AWAY.
half my shit is gonna be in vancouver by this time next week.
my body will be there in like 6 weeks.
my brain will be scattered all over the place, as per usual.
my heart will be in too many places at once that i'll probably only have it in me to make love for myself. which is alright with me, but damn wouldn't it be grand to get laid.
i'm going to bed. to do it all again. when is the weekend here? i want the metal in my mouth to hit it with the metal in someone elses mouth.
every day 730am nag from my brain to get up.
*STRETCH*
all of a sudden i am at school and engulfed in emails
all of a sudden i am at school enduring and sweating out my frustrations in monotonous rotations at the smelly u of a gym.
all of a sudden i am trying to do school work but my cd is skipping or i decide to be social and turn on msn.
i get down to work and click buttons so that i can look at the work i have done and wonder where all my creativity went.
i receive about 5 phone calls after 6pm because everyone knows i have no daytime minutes.
gerald said he would buy me some more.
i say i'm gonna stay at school and do work. and i do.
and i stay till like 9 or 10 sometimes later.
tabia calls with propositions of smoking bowls, red wine and sometimes blue crush... or margaret cho....
like i'm gonna say no.
this weekend felt a lot the same. school. work. weed. friends. booze. phone calls. but this time. THIS TIME... i got to make out a bit more than usual. hee hee.. i can't be giddy over this cos
a) i dunno you besides yer last name and your lips
b) drama of your kind is something i've experienced already
c) i'm moving away.
HOLY FUCK. I'M MOVING AWAY.
half my shit is gonna be in vancouver by this time next week.
my body will be there in like 6 weeks.
my brain will be scattered all over the place, as per usual.
my heart will be in too many places at once that i'll probably only have it in me to make love for myself. which is alright with me, but damn wouldn't it be grand to get laid.
i'm going to bed. to do it all again. when is the weekend here? i want the metal in my mouth to hit it with the metal in someone elses mouth.