looks like everything in life's in need of a lil learnin
when i was twenty one.. it was a very good year.
So the setting is a saturday afternoon in the city. Hot as hell and i still refuse the air conditioning on the basSs that it makes me weak. i have only been up for maybe three hours but i have already lived through a good high and am now at the introspectie stage post-high often called burnout but since i have boosted my body's body-ed-ness with calories and shit i am fully up and hella sweaty. This is a good stage to look back on last night. be thankful for parties where i am comfortbable enought to admit non of the fem's who were in attendance i had the slightest intrest in. sweet. I fuckin' hate sexual tension. We did have the best fuckin' gave of soccer-volley ball known to man. through a fucking thunderstorm many of us largely naked. I opted for the jean-on non-shirt variety of naked which i have become very much accustomed to lately.. right now for example. it's bomb. So gald i aint self-concious about this shit anymore. not being a silly-teen is probably one of the best things to happen.
I got a latter yesterday from claire asking me to remind ya'll to send her letters. I'll admit she's not the best at rememering to write people but if you get it to her she'll inevitably respond. I work in a mail-order dept of my warehouse so i get to send her mega-sweet stuff for free.. you gus can't but i recomend you give letters to me and i'll mass-post a big box of them to her and she'll be showered in love. this in clodes being able to send her ludicrously sized items for no real cost. Don't we all deserve a lil showering with love now and then?
also if anyone culd explain why i am so throwed by that girl fuckin' five years after i first saw her did a double take and almost (literally) fell on my ass out of shock. does this mean that the evening-out of the universe HAS to distroy everything elce in my life to make up for how lucky i have been for having her in my life. oh lord. i'm a gush sometimes.
When it comes to wemf right now. i'm freakin' excitted and i can't see how things could go bad other then not arriving. but fuck that i refuse to fear this weekend. Claire asked not to tell her how much fun we have if you do write her a letter. so i think we shuld have extra fun to make it conspicuous. Me and dames have stocked ourselves with inflatable stuff. set up my car and set ourselves up with camping gear. figured out what we want for food stuffs, made the order for or drugs a week in advance(off the wicked-est sketch-bag we work with. man. i don't even care about anything elce anymore. i have even planned to have a inflatable killer whale for E-cuddling since everyone we're going with is girls sans-cuddling. (you guys are cool but let's not regret anything. )
pap pap pow. anyways i think i am gonna make a silk-screen now maybe something for wemf.. maybe something to fill up what i plan to be a summer-long stretch of wearing only tight white T's
So the setting is a saturday afternoon in the city. Hot as hell and i still refuse the air conditioning on the basSs that it makes me weak. i have only been up for maybe three hours but i have already lived through a good high and am now at the introspectie stage post-high often called burnout but since i have boosted my body's body-ed-ness with calories and shit i am fully up and hella sweaty. This is a good stage to look back on last night. be thankful for parties where i am comfortbable enought to admit non of the fem's who were in attendance i had the slightest intrest in. sweet. I fuckin' hate sexual tension. We did have the best fuckin' gave of soccer-volley ball known to man. through a fucking thunderstorm many of us largely naked. I opted for the jean-on non-shirt variety of naked which i have become very much accustomed to lately.. right now for example. it's bomb. So gald i aint self-concious about this shit anymore. not being a silly-teen is probably one of the best things to happen.
I got a latter yesterday from claire asking me to remind ya'll to send her letters. I'll admit she's not the best at rememering to write people but if you get it to her she'll inevitably respond. I work in a mail-order dept of my warehouse so i get to send her mega-sweet stuff for free.. you gus can't but i recomend you give letters to me and i'll mass-post a big box of them to her and she'll be showered in love. this in clodes being able to send her ludicrously sized items for no real cost. Don't we all deserve a lil showering with love now and then?
also if anyone culd explain why i am so throwed by that girl fuckin' five years after i first saw her did a double take and almost (literally) fell on my ass out of shock. does this mean that the evening-out of the universe HAS to distroy everything elce in my life to make up for how lucky i have been for having her in my life. oh lord. i'm a gush sometimes.
When it comes to wemf right now. i'm freakin' excitted and i can't see how things could go bad other then not arriving. but fuck that i refuse to fear this weekend. Claire asked not to tell her how much fun we have if you do write her a letter. so i think we shuld have extra fun to make it conspicuous. Me and dames have stocked ourselves with inflatable stuff. set up my car and set ourselves up with camping gear. figured out what we want for food stuffs, made the order for or drugs a week in advance(off the wicked-est sketch-bag we work with. man. i don't even care about anything elce anymore. i have even planned to have a inflatable killer whale for E-cuddling since everyone we're going with is girls sans-cuddling. (you guys are cool but let's not regret anything. )
pap pap pow. anyways i think i am gonna make a silk-screen now maybe something for wemf.. maybe something to fill up what i plan to be a summer-long stretch of wearing only tight white T's