Funky like a Monkey
Skies the limit and space is the place. Screw intro's the're silly and they've been done a million times. Straight to the juice.
Stay up all night wake up early work ignore commas.
Procrastinate and hope for the best.
Paranoid and Depressed.
It's all my fault.
Yup.
And in the time of the place we can all say something about rabbits but sadly this means jack shit in 20 years. 100 and who the hell are you? It seems like it's one of those ironic bits. We work so hard and in the end we die. And that's it. It's funny how so much we do really is pointless. Is it the same as writing this? Aren't we alone? No one will read this. So what's the point? To focus sometimes I just grab people to have a base of thought. There is so much going on it's hard to focus. Fuck that ADD stuff. I don't have it. My sister does. You can't tell. But it makes sense.
She's a good person. Broken. But good. Though everyone's a little broken. Some more so than others.
She has a boyfriend, they're probably going to end up married with hopefully a good family. I really want someones relationship to work out. I have a friend. Peter Pan Her family is a good one. They are how you hope family's to be. Christians too. I wonder if that has to do anything with it.
I had a friend. Blondie. I'm not sure if we will ever be friends again. Not planning on it. I broke it off. Messily unfortunately. I'm glad I don't have to deal with him. Always felt like I was fucking up something with him. He's broken beyond what most people can repair. I don't think he ever will truly fix himself. It seems to be his safety blanket. I hope he does. But to each his own. And now he doesn't have to put up with my eccentricities, laziness and avoidance. So everyone wins! I wish Peter Pan was free to talk to. Apparently she hasn't been talking to him. But she hasn't been in contact with me either. Sadly he thinks it's because of this. Somehow I think it's because she's rather busy.
We have two cats in our house right now. I go to a college in the Mountains and live in a house with three other girls. Kristian, Sketti and Blakeslee. I like Kristian and Sketti. We've drifted a little this year. I'm always really busy. I work at a radio station on campus so things get tricky. But things are slowing down. That's a positive. But our two cats. Hayden and Misty. Hayden's my kitty. Sweet, giant and lovable. Doesn't meow much though. Misty meows like no ones business and has the smelliest poo's of all time. I lit a candle just to combat that smell. It was impressive.
That's all for now.
-Kaye
Stay up all night wake up early work ignore commas.
Procrastinate and hope for the best.
Paranoid and Depressed.
It's all my fault.
Yup.
And in the time of the place we can all say something about rabbits but sadly this means jack shit in 20 years. 100 and who the hell are you? It seems like it's one of those ironic bits. We work so hard and in the end we die. And that's it. It's funny how so much we do really is pointless. Is it the same as writing this? Aren't we alone? No one will read this. So what's the point? To focus sometimes I just grab people to have a base of thought. There is so much going on it's hard to focus. Fuck that ADD stuff. I don't have it. My sister does. You can't tell. But it makes sense.
She's a good person. Broken. But good. Though everyone's a little broken. Some more so than others.
She has a boyfriend, they're probably going to end up married with hopefully a good family. I really want someones relationship to work out. I have a friend. Peter Pan Her family is a good one. They are how you hope family's to be. Christians too. I wonder if that has to do anything with it.
I had a friend. Blondie. I'm not sure if we will ever be friends again. Not planning on it. I broke it off. Messily unfortunately. I'm glad I don't have to deal with him. Always felt like I was fucking up something with him. He's broken beyond what most people can repair. I don't think he ever will truly fix himself. It seems to be his safety blanket. I hope he does. But to each his own. And now he doesn't have to put up with my eccentricities, laziness and avoidance. So everyone wins! I wish Peter Pan was free to talk to. Apparently she hasn't been talking to him. But she hasn't been in contact with me either. Sadly he thinks it's because of this. Somehow I think it's because she's rather busy.
We have two cats in our house right now. I go to a college in the Mountains and live in a house with three other girls. Kristian, Sketti and Blakeslee. I like Kristian and Sketti. We've drifted a little this year. I'm always really busy. I work at a radio station on campus so things get tricky. But things are slowing down. That's a positive. But our two cats. Hayden and Misty. Hayden's my kitty. Sweet, giant and lovable. Doesn't meow much though. Misty meows like no ones business and has the smelliest poo's of all time. I lit a candle just to combat that smell. It was impressive.
That's all for now.
-Kaye