Weekend Forecast
My days are so bland you couldn't feed them to a starving Ethiopian infant. I have no one to hang out with except for Andrea, so beside the day with her, my break has consisted of sitting on my ass and decaying away on the computer. I miss the dorms, even though it's practically the same life there. Or lack thereof. My recurring nightmares in the past month have included getting into serious car accidents and losing all my rare items in Runescape. I haven't had any good dreams in at least two weeks... kind of frightening.
This weekend better be better. I really hope it is. I want to spend more time with Andrea and possibly get out of this damn house. I miss St. Joseph, too.
Sorry for complaining so much. Still no poetry.
Edit, I just remembered a really really good dream I had last night. Whew.
"It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Freemont Street.
Appealing, only because they are just that unappealing
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Tonight tenants range from a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday.
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
Moonlighting aside, she really needs his money.
Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy"
This weekend better be better. I really hope it is. I want to spend more time with Andrea and possibly get out of this damn house. I miss St. Joseph, too.
Sorry for complaining so much. Still no poetry.
Edit, I just remembered a really really good dream I had last night. Whew.
"It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Freemont Street.
Appealing, only because they are just that unappealing
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Tonight tenants range from a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday.
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
Moonlighting aside, she really needs his money.
Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy"