Sweet bitter dream within this sleep
Howdy
My name is Tex.
Don't ask. I don't know. I'm tired. But I can't sleep. Toss. Turn. Toss. Turn. Toss. Turn. Toss. Turn. I need everything in my body popped. That be nice, I can't seem to pop my back, but every five minutes I can feel my hands or neck needing to be popped. I've been having a great time. I'm in a great mood... but I'm achey. I mean, its not entirely my beds fault, some of it is mine, and some of it is uhh... *cough* Monica's *cough* but oh well. Oh shit, how long has this cigarette been sitting in front of me? I got it out... but then I just set it down... that doesn't do any good. There we go.. much better... they work better when on fire. Mmm, yes. Bla. I felt I should update. But I don't really have much to say... I mean I do, but whats the fun in that. It gives me less to actually talk about, I prefer to keep this as more of a journal of things that bother me, and the good things you just have to find out about. But fortunately, things have been wonderful lately, and what things haven't been, really aren't worth mentioning. Tired of worrying over everything... I just hope I'm not worrying too little and making everything seem trivial. But in all things, there has to be a medium... somethings I'm good at having a medium at, and some things I'm not. Like Drinking Mt. Dew Code Red, or cleaning up... definately not good at those... but I've been trying a little harder (well, with cleaning... take away my code red and die mother fuckers)Yeah, alright, I think I'm gonna try and lay down again. or Something. Oh yeah, if I'm gone for a longtime on here and AIM etc. then I sent my computer back to Alienware until it is repaired or dead.
My name is Tex.
Don't ask. I don't know. I'm tired. But I can't sleep. Toss. Turn. Toss. Turn. Toss. Turn. Toss. Turn. I need everything in my body popped. That be nice, I can't seem to pop my back, but every five minutes I can feel my hands or neck needing to be popped. I've been having a great time. I'm in a great mood... but I'm achey. I mean, its not entirely my beds fault, some of it is mine, and some of it is uhh... *cough* Monica's *cough* but oh well. Oh shit, how long has this cigarette been sitting in front of me? I got it out... but then I just set it down... that doesn't do any good. There we go.. much better... they work better when on fire. Mmm, yes. Bla. I felt I should update. But I don't really have much to say... I mean I do, but whats the fun in that. It gives me less to actually talk about, I prefer to keep this as more of a journal of things that bother me, and the good things you just have to find out about. But fortunately, things have been wonderful lately, and what things haven't been, really aren't worth mentioning. Tired of worrying over everything... I just hope I'm not worrying too little and making everything seem trivial. But in all things, there has to be a medium... somethings I'm good at having a medium at, and some things I'm not. Like Drinking Mt. Dew Code Red, or cleaning up... definately not good at those... but I've been trying a little harder (well, with cleaning... take away my code red and die mother fuckers)Yeah, alright, I think I'm gonna try and lay down again. or Something. Oh yeah, if I'm gone for a longtime on here and AIM etc. then I sent my computer back to Alienware until it is repaired or dead.