No one reads what they can't understand. That is why I don't read David's poetry, and why no one reads my journal. We're all guilty of being too damn stupid.
I'm sitting shirtless in my chair, excited about my ingenius plan to see Megaton today. I twitch- both in excitement, and in reaction to the caffeine I've assured is in my bloodstream.
An ingrown hair burns a hole in my stomach.
Haplo reminds me he exists.
Checktheclockomg its almost 8 am.
Disregarding a random person's privacy, here is something to weird you out:
Gwen809FF7: hi
Regular MK: hello
Regular MK: who is this
Gwen809FF7: i saw your profile on my space
Regular MK: oh, ok
Regular MK: i don't get many random IMers from there
Gwen809FF7: oh well if you don't want to talk i understand
Regular MK: lol, I was just saying
Regular MK: do you have a myspace?
Gwen809FF7:
http://profiles.myspace.com/users/18351665Regular MK: oh, you're from mesquite
Gwen809FF7: why do people alwasys do that
Gwen809FF7: yeah i am from mesquite
Regular MK: i did that because I didn't assume you lived close by
Gwen809FF7: where do you live
Gwen809FF7: and what do you do for a living
Gwen809FF7: ok i know my pic is ugly
Gwen809FF7: but if you don't want to talk you can just block me
Regular MK: just had a phone call
Regular MK: I'm from garland
Regular MK: I work at albertson's
Gwen809FF7: do you go to school
Regular MK: not at the moment
Gwen809FF7: do you have any kids
Regular MK: no, thank god
Regular MK: I'm only 18
Gwen809FF7: ok just checking
Gwen809FF7: do you do drugs or drink
Gwen809FF7: why did you decide to do myspace
Regular MK: i don't do either
Regular MK: i got on myspace in the first place because I was desperate to meet women
Regular MK: since then, i've gotten a girlfriend
Gwen809FF7: that's good
Regular MK: well, I have to go to work now
Also, here is a poem:
Horrendous
Stupendous
ANDROGENOUS ME
Sitting by the bayside
Avoiding all sorts of gayhide
u r what u b
I just found out about stanzas. I like them.
Hearing my girlfriend play guitar must be similiar to the angels watching Gabriel play a short ditty on his horn.
I hate it when people think they're funny when they're not.
I hate it when I'm not funny when I think I am.
I hate it when I'm funny when I'm really not.
I hate that I have yet to eat a yam.
Brook Mays once tried to sell me a set of bass strings for 20 dollars, but with the help of a carnival trickster I got it down to 16.
I get bored.
I'm hyper, and excited and, by god, in love.
Its grrrrr8!