If money grew on trees

Apr 18, 2006 04:04

So I'm excited to come home this weekend and see the play and see everybody. I think it'll be really nice. I'm poor again, so don't expect for me to take you out to eat, I'll go with you and chat, you'll just have to buy me a soda. I think I might not go to school next year... It's nothing concrete, in fact very far from concrete. I probably will go to school next year. I might go to bartending college. That only takes like a month... I don't know what I want to do with my life anymore, like really i have just a smidge of an idea of what I might want to do, but that might not work out. I need to go to the doctor sometime this week, get some lunesta. I really fucked up my sleep schedule, or i've become an insomniac, and frankly I need to get some sleep. I wish I could leave tomorrow for Des Moines, really I guess I could. You know when people ask "Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?" Is it wrong to ask for sexual favors? I love you...

erpelding out.
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