merry jesus was really born sometime in march.
i bought gifts for people. mostly things that i'd appreciate. urshuur posters (esher), and yearly calendars of dogs playing poker. im eating sun flower seeds. too much. my lips are fat from the sodium . fat lipped ass. my back fat is comming back. it makes for laying on ground hella mo betta. job interview was handled well. asking for a lot more then what im worth. (i still want a camera for christmas and an ipod.) and maybe a pocket rocket bike. and maybe just to spoon. spooning is good. aint even gotta be attracted to who your spoonin', or being spooned right.. feeling that im gonna end up pissed drunk tonight. ahhh. goodtimes. i used to write ambigious journal entries im gonna try to go back to that.
fuck struggling, i want to sit on the universes dinner table and foot wrestle with your afterlife. half my life at ten and ten and half in 14days. im too weak. i can't type and think. that process takes away from thought, guitar is missed. i played her strings and fallowed the elevator music to her secret garden only to find out that her ball of yarn was an empty box of dental floss. understanding that words can complicate a message. i want to massage her temples only to overthrow her temple of senses. she came cold and hungry but left hot and bothered.
fuck struggling, i want to sit on the universes dinner table and foot wrestle with your afterlife. half my life at ten and ten and half in 14days. im too weak. i can't type and think. that process takes away from thought, guitar is missed. i played her strings and fallowed the elevator music to her secret garden only to find out that her ball of yarn was an empty box of dental floss. understanding that words can complicate a message. i want to massage her temples only to overthrow her temple of senses. she came cold and hungry but left hot and bothered.