Sometimes I really miss missing things
*Warning... I'm extremely tired... overtired.... cant sleep... and it results in this random and grammatically chaotic entry filled with run on sentences like the one I'm typing right now*
My roommate is sleeping and I just sneezed heinously 5 times.... I tried holding it in but htat just made them more explosive... ewwy. Haha I'm a dirty bird.
I am so utterly worn out today. I've been going non-stop from 10am till about 11pm, took a little break till about midnight then hopped on the wagon again for about an hour and a half more of work. Yuckies. I'm ready to fuck this place up. haha. So... I've decided the majority of the people at bentley are like the buildings. Every building is the same, brick with white trim. *Another sneeze* and as I was outside having a butters, I was looking at the bricks and noticed that everyone here is like a different brick... all the same... same color... same purpose... same uniformity that makes me want to get a sledgehammer and smash the fuck out of this place....
And at that mystical thought... I saw a lone brick with bird shit on it and a corner of it chipped out.
I decided... that brick is me. It was a glorious revelation, but one that I quickly adapted to. I wasn't the pretty brick in the middle of everything, looking and behaving like all the other bricks... NO NO! And it was at that moment that I realized I needed another heroin fix....
Crack is whack, folks... and fuck the police.
My roommate is sleeping and I just sneezed heinously 5 times.... I tried holding it in but htat just made them more explosive... ewwy. Haha I'm a dirty bird.
I am so utterly worn out today. I've been going non-stop from 10am till about 11pm, took a little break till about midnight then hopped on the wagon again for about an hour and a half more of work. Yuckies. I'm ready to fuck this place up. haha. So... I've decided the majority of the people at bentley are like the buildings. Every building is the same, brick with white trim. *Another sneeze* and as I was outside having a butters, I was looking at the bricks and noticed that everyone here is like a different brick... all the same... same color... same purpose... same uniformity that makes me want to get a sledgehammer and smash the fuck out of this place....
And at that mystical thought... I saw a lone brick with bird shit on it and a corner of it chipped out.
I decided... that brick is me. It was a glorious revelation, but one that I quickly adapted to. I wasn't the pretty brick in the middle of everything, looking and behaving like all the other bricks... NO NO! And it was at that moment that I realized I needed another heroin fix....
Crack is whack, folks... and fuck the police.