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I made a to do list last night for today. So far, two things on that list have been done out of like 12 or something.
I am a lazy procrastinator. I need to shower, grocery shop, and work out. That'll knock out 5 things on that list in all. Shit.
Gonna try to go to the My Ruin show on the 10th. $10, all ages. That's cool with me. Real cool. Hoorah for My Ruin. I think I'm going to have to stop the constant playing of Clutch and Viggo Mortensen and put on a bit o' Ruin. That's all I've been listening to for a few days pretty much.
Did I tell you guys my passenger car window got busted out at the Sounds of The Underground concert? Yeah. Major suckage. It's fixed now but it needs to be tinted. Aye aye aye.
Rumor has it Slipknot are supposed to be coming back to TX around September. Jay wants to go. Fun stuff. I need to get him those #'s and quick. That's on my to do list. But alas... I am experiencing chronic laziness right now. Also chronic misspelling. Oi. My fingers are feeling odd.
Ever get the feeling your skin doesn't fit right over your bones and muscles and stuff underneath? Like your skin is suffocating you slowly?
That's how I feel. God damnit. I just ate, too. And I'm feeling hunger pains. I'm drinking water out of a big gallon bottle. And trying to decide if I want to workout first or shop first. I don't know. Maybe I should get mya ss in gear with a bit o' work out then do the daily festivities I had planned.
This is the future of my life: To do lists, children, and studies. Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, captain, I'm royally screwed. Wah. No more freedom. Damn.
At least I'm not getting married or having the children. Fuck, my life would truly be over. Though I have to say...nevermind, I'm just not going to go there. That'd be...crazay. Oi.
My dreams last night were filled of Phil Anselmo, spiders, my bed, Cyn, talking, Z interrupting, Rob Zombie, Clutch, 3, white trash, my pit bull, the swimming pool...and yeah. Weird combination. I don't remember much. But...that was the outstanding points I remember.
Guess I ate one too many spiders last night.
I am a lazy procrastinator. I need to shower, grocery shop, and work out. That'll knock out 5 things on that list in all. Shit.
Gonna try to go to the My Ruin show on the 10th. $10, all ages. That's cool with me. Real cool. Hoorah for My Ruin. I think I'm going to have to stop the constant playing of Clutch and Viggo Mortensen and put on a bit o' Ruin. That's all I've been listening to for a few days pretty much.
Did I tell you guys my passenger car window got busted out at the Sounds of The Underground concert? Yeah. Major suckage. It's fixed now but it needs to be tinted. Aye aye aye.
Rumor has it Slipknot are supposed to be coming back to TX around September. Jay wants to go. Fun stuff. I need to get him those #'s and quick. That's on my to do list. But alas... I am experiencing chronic laziness right now. Also chronic misspelling. Oi. My fingers are feeling odd.
Ever get the feeling your skin doesn't fit right over your bones and muscles and stuff underneath? Like your skin is suffocating you slowly?
That's how I feel. God damnit. I just ate, too. And I'm feeling hunger pains. I'm drinking water out of a big gallon bottle. And trying to decide if I want to workout first or shop first. I don't know. Maybe I should get mya ss in gear with a bit o' work out then do the daily festivities I had planned.
This is the future of my life: To do lists, children, and studies. Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, captain, I'm royally screwed. Wah. No more freedom. Damn.
At least I'm not getting married or having the children. Fuck, my life would truly be over. Though I have to say...nevermind, I'm just not going to go there. That'd be...crazay. Oi.
My dreams last night were filled of Phil Anselmo, spiders, my bed, Cyn, talking, Z interrupting, Rob Zombie, Clutch, 3, white trash, my pit bull, the swimming pool...and yeah. Weird combination. I don't remember much. But...that was the outstanding points I remember.
Guess I ate one too many spiders last night.