older, but not necessarily wiser.
birthday been and gone, wow. i'm older, that's weird. I am now one of those people that has to work on their birthday. but at least i got a work cake. and also pie. i like pie.
I write this now with a sense of foreboding. my boss has been giving me odd looks, like he's plotting a new assignment.
i really don't want to die just yet. I haven't seen paris.
he's been giving D odd looks, but that's par for the course, and on my list of things to never ever think about lest my brain dribbles through my nose and i die. horribly.
i really don't want to die just yet. i haven't seen paris.
in case this is the last entry i ever make, thanks for the fun times, livejournal. keep it real, or something equally as cool and ghetto.
[repeat paris line, ad lib to fade]
edited: with collin back at work too the laundry is suddenly piling up. I miss Boots. she used to fold my tshirts and put dried and pressed flowers between them.
I write this now with a sense of foreboding. my boss has been giving me odd looks, like he's plotting a new assignment.
i really don't want to die just yet. I haven't seen paris.
he's been giving D odd looks, but that's par for the course, and on my list of things to never ever think about lest my brain dribbles through my nose and i die. horribly.
i really don't want to die just yet. i haven't seen paris.
in case this is the last entry i ever make, thanks for the fun times, livejournal. keep it real, or something equally as cool and ghetto.
[repeat paris line, ad lib to fade]
edited: with collin back at work too the laundry is suddenly piling up. I miss Boots. she used to fold my tshirts and put dried and pressed flowers between them.