Go wash your mouth; I don't know where it's been
Time to slip back to normal.
Everything's going by so fast.
New job at Adam's; not too bad, easy stuff, the people there seem nice enough. Never home anymore, my show is coming up in 2 months and I'm nerbous as hell, we're not ready. SATs are soon and I'm not prepared for that. The math part is so hard. Carnivals are fun unless you're completely one hundred and twelve percent sober; otherwise (welll just as Frank his opinion on heights); I can't seem to stay healthy for a month straight. I either end up in the emergency room or the doctor, all for stupid, inconcievable, avoidable reasons.
complaints:
get over it.
don't push it.
i'm not yours.
tired.
cold.
my eye.
regrets:
past tense.
thoughts:
non-existent.
accomplishments:
pop-up paper dolls.
expectations:
won't get me anywhere.
fast forward:
SATs.
license.
finals/failures.
work.
completion.
halfayear.
jazz show.
results:
complacent.
armed&ready.
*not for the general public, or anyone of the human race*
by the way.
that fair warning still stands.
and i'm being completely serious.
messwithmyfriends//die.