Nov 01, 2008 13:08
old possum doesn't really know the truth, but I suppose that doesn't bother me that much. He still has a pipe and sits most proper on his rusty wheels, so heck, truth is really just a lie with too much cred.
where am I supposed to sign up when my alarm clock keeps on ticking past my wake up call? sometimes reading past my bed time makes me dream as if dreaming beeryones. but, obviously they are souped up natural lists that i have already signed up for.
cracking open a beer this morning around nine seventeen and biking for groceries were both successful deals. a lady with her fluffy dog on a leash said hello to me and made me double take and feel like i gained the necessary point.
the dishes from this past week seem to pile up excessively on the counter and they are beginning to mesh into one mega smell.