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snow karma: i went to albertsons instead
snow karma: there was this homeless man with a sign
snow karma: and im like "how are you doing"
snow karma: because its a habit to say that to people
uberheath: hahahahha
uberheath: how do you THINK he's doing?
snow karma: and then he was like "oh fine" and we both got this "WTF" look on our faces and he smiled and waved the sign at me
uberheath: hahaha
snow karma: well what else would i say
snow karma: i wasnt just going to act like i didnt see him
uberheath: "hi"
snow karma: well
snow karma: hi how are you doing
snow karma: same diff
uberheath: lol
snow karma: when i say that its usually rhetorical
snow karma: just a salutation
uberheath: you should make him a mix cd
uberheath: to play on his imaginary stereo
snow karma: and im often surprised when people actually indulge how they ARE doing
snow karma: hunger inside albertsons, all the things you see but can't have
snow karma: i'd put ludacris's "fatty girls" on it 4sure
snow karma: haha i like how i actually sat here and thought of songs to include for 2 minutes
wow, i'll admit that i miss Heath.
precious memories:
-me nonchalantly slicing his hand with my swiss army knife.
-driving over kittens on Luling backroads after the RHCP concert/Snoop blockparty (bteboy included).
-the bdsm starter kit i put together for his 18th birthday, only to find Asshole Dan, a year later, wearing a portion of the chains as a daily accessory.
these really stand out as pivotal points in our obscene relationship.
why.
---
these are my last five days at Waffle House.
for now
Monday will find me working there with Fred as manager.
-this marks the first time i'll have seen/talked to him in 3 weeks, when he reclaimed his Flavor-Ices, + consequently his love from my freezer/life forever.
while i didn't personally find that it affected me, my coworkers point out how aggressive i've become and that i now frequently incorporate the verb "murk" into my daily rhetoric.
-Monday will, fittingly, also mark our one-year Anniversary of What the Fuck.
I've changed my first choice major to Landscape Architecture.
though i have reclaimed my TOPS
paying for college PLUS existence outside of it looks impossible.
several Code-50's (cartboys at Wal-mart) blow up my cell, constantly.
i only silence the ringing.
while i talk of my urgent need to have Shaun of the Dead playing in the background as i swallow some boy's face off, i am unimpressed with almost everyone.
i finally feel like myself again.
snow karma: there was this homeless man with a sign
snow karma: and im like "how are you doing"
snow karma: because its a habit to say that to people
uberheath: hahahahha
uberheath: how do you THINK he's doing?
snow karma: and then he was like "oh fine" and we both got this "WTF" look on our faces and he smiled and waved the sign at me
uberheath: hahaha
snow karma: well what else would i say
snow karma: i wasnt just going to act like i didnt see him
uberheath: "hi"
snow karma: well
snow karma: hi how are you doing
snow karma: same diff
uberheath: lol
snow karma: when i say that its usually rhetorical
snow karma: just a salutation
uberheath: you should make him a mix cd
uberheath: to play on his imaginary stereo
snow karma: and im often surprised when people actually indulge how they ARE doing
snow karma: hunger inside albertsons, all the things you see but can't have
snow karma: i'd put ludacris's "fatty girls" on it 4sure
snow karma: haha i like how i actually sat here and thought of songs to include for 2 minutes
wow, i'll admit that i miss Heath.
precious memories:
-me nonchalantly slicing his hand with my swiss army knife.
-driving over kittens on Luling backroads after the RHCP concert/Snoop blockparty (bteboy included).
-the bdsm starter kit i put together for his 18th birthday, only to find Asshole Dan, a year later, wearing a portion of the chains as a daily accessory.
these really stand out as pivotal points in our obscene relationship.
why.
---
these are my last five days at Waffle House.
for now
Monday will find me working there with Fred as manager.
-this marks the first time i'll have seen/talked to him in 3 weeks, when he reclaimed his Flavor-Ices, + consequently his love from my freezer/life forever.
while i didn't personally find that it affected me, my coworkers point out how aggressive i've become and that i now frequently incorporate the verb "murk" into my daily rhetoric.
-Monday will, fittingly, also mark our one-year Anniversary of What the Fuck.
I've changed my first choice major to Landscape Architecture.
though i have reclaimed my TOPS
paying for college PLUS existence outside of it looks impossible.
several Code-50's (cartboys at Wal-mart) blow up my cell, constantly.
i only silence the ringing.
while i talk of my urgent need to have Shaun of the Dead playing in the background as i swallow some boy's face off, i am unimpressed with almost everyone.
i finally feel like myself again.