It's not you. It's me.
Dear Livejournal,
You’re like a filthy, filthy disease-ridden street walker. You may have been hot shit before, but you’ve seen better days. It’s tough for you to get any attention now.
I know that tricked-out tramp myspace is just as disgusting as you underneath, but she’s got that short, pink latex skirt thing going on, and you’re wearing a flannel shirt. For fuck’s sake, you can post videos and cool stuff like that. It is all bells and whistles and no substance, I know. But she plays it off better than you.
I wish it didn’t have to be like this. Here’s a couple bucks, go clean yourself up a bit. You smell like vodka and turds.
Yours truly,
Doogie
My thesis is progressing. I made some great breakthroughs today.
My transition and connection between America’s Manifest Destiny and the Japanese plan for colonial expansion of East Asia during WWII is like a literary karate chop. That shit is dope. It would have totally gotten me hard if I got off on awesome transitions. Screw that. I would have had to change my pants. It is that good.
I hijacked my friend Chris’s little cubicle thing at the YSU library, but it is right next to the fucking multimedia center. It’s the loudest past of the library. These assholes blast wacky music all day. Yesterday I went over to yell at them and two people from the Adesina days were working there. They turned it down sort of. That also made me sad because Andy just gave me a copy of the video stuff we did for his Zaireeka play (also dope). I feel so devoid of creativity in my life right now. It’s depressing. Maybe Josh and I will make rap music this weekend.
You’re like a filthy, filthy disease-ridden street walker. You may have been hot shit before, but you’ve seen better days. It’s tough for you to get any attention now.
I know that tricked-out tramp myspace is just as disgusting as you underneath, but she’s got that short, pink latex skirt thing going on, and you’re wearing a flannel shirt. For fuck’s sake, you can post videos and cool stuff like that. It is all bells and whistles and no substance, I know. But she plays it off better than you.
I wish it didn’t have to be like this. Here’s a couple bucks, go clean yourself up a bit. You smell like vodka and turds.
Yours truly,
Doogie
My thesis is progressing. I made some great breakthroughs today.
My transition and connection between America’s Manifest Destiny and the Japanese plan for colonial expansion of East Asia during WWII is like a literary karate chop. That shit is dope. It would have totally gotten me hard if I got off on awesome transitions. Screw that. I would have had to change my pants. It is that good.
I hijacked my friend Chris’s little cubicle thing at the YSU library, but it is right next to the fucking multimedia center. It’s the loudest past of the library. These assholes blast wacky music all day. Yesterday I went over to yell at them and two people from the Adesina days were working there. They turned it down sort of. That also made me sad because Andy just gave me a copy of the video stuff we did for his Zaireeka play (also dope). I feel so devoid of creativity in my life right now. It’s depressing. Maybe Josh and I will make rap music this weekend.