Sweatin like a hooker in church
Goddamn, it's been so damn hot the past few days that I haven't felt like doing anything. Last week the weather was so shitty I thought it was gonna stay that way forever, but then I woke up the day before yesterday and the sun was practically burning its way through the walls. Hot and humid, that's what it is. S'not that I wanna complain, I mean, I loooove summer, but damn, what a turn. Takes a while getting used to.
Another thing I've thought about, and this is gonna sound silly but I've really thought it through, and well, I don't wanna grow up. I'll turn 18 next year and I don't feel like it. I wanna stay 17 forever; y'know, pay half the price on buses, get discounts at... I don't know... Disney World; I wanna roam the streets of Stockholm with my friends and sing at the top of my lungs without having anyone questioning it... we'd be excused since we're young, and we're prone to do that -- you're supposed to do that when you've got the whole world in your pocket.
Yeah, I know, it's stupid really... I mean, there's a part of me that wants to grow up, but the real reason behind why I don't is work. Ugh... I mean, summer hols rule and it's not something I'd be willing to give up just like that. Work. Work? I don't feel like working. No, I feel like becoming filthy, stinking rich. That's what I feel like.
That's the end of my mini-rant *nods happily*
Now I'm gonna return to being filthy, stinking broke and read my not-so filthy, stinking "Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates" by Tom Robbins. I got it from the library yesterday and I'm ejoying it so far. Just felt like sharing XD
Here's my Gooey fix for today:
G'night! *snuggles flist*
Another thing I've thought about, and this is gonna sound silly but I've really thought it through, and well, I don't wanna grow up. I'll turn 18 next year and I don't feel like it. I wanna stay 17 forever; y'know, pay half the price on buses, get discounts at... I don't know... Disney World; I wanna roam the streets of Stockholm with my friends and sing at the top of my lungs without having anyone questioning it... we'd be excused since we're young, and we're prone to do that -- you're supposed to do that when you've got the whole world in your pocket.
Yeah, I know, it's stupid really... I mean, there's a part of me that wants to grow up, but the real reason behind why I don't is work. Ugh... I mean, summer hols rule and it's not something I'd be willing to give up just like that. Work. Work? I don't feel like working. No, I feel like becoming filthy, stinking rich. That's what I feel like.
That's the end of my mini-rant *nods happily*
Now I'm gonna return to being filthy, stinking broke and read my not-so filthy, stinking "Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates" by Tom Robbins. I got it from the library yesterday and I'm ejoying it so far. Just felt like sharing XD
Here's my Gooey fix for today:
G'night! *snuggles flist*