so what's the word for putting things off? i don't know how to spell it. <3
i must say that i'm addicted to 711s (seven eleven, for those of us that cannot comprehend numbers) Slurpees. So good.
i think that i wanted to type. ha, or maybe i just wanted to type.. what i meant to say was talk. maybe i just want to talk.
i'm comfortable. have you ever been comfortable. it's a great feeling. i could describe to you what my comfort is - but it wouldn't be the same to you. comfort is probably something we all feel a little differently. maybe just a little bit. [no, not like "fitty"].
i've been running around. working. running around. and maybe i didn't say getting up and doing things every two seconds. ha. lately i've been living out of my car [not literally]. paying bills. having a very tiny amount of sex [if we can even call it that]. but does it matter with who? NO. don't think about it. it's a mystery. oh, but doesn't that make you mad? NO. it doesn't.
moving on.
711s Slurpees are great. and it might be just because i get to pull the big white nob - after viewing my many selections of flavors [not to mention that you can actually add even MORE flavor with a squirty thing]. or maybe its the way that the ginormous Slurpee cup fills up with this ice cold foam that tastes so wonderful. it may just be the experience i have walking in to the store to purchase my Slurpee. or perhaps the Iraqi man that sits behind the counter, Nodding his head and asking in his voice "You smoke reef?" after purchasing a pack of Zig Zags(c) and pouring my Slurpee, only to select a MATCHING straw to my delight. Whatever the fuck it is that makes my brain waves trigger to buy a Slurpee anytime of anyday is just a wonderful thing. And I'm happy.
i think that i wanted to type. ha, or maybe i just wanted to type.. what i meant to say was talk. maybe i just want to talk.
i'm comfortable. have you ever been comfortable. it's a great feeling. i could describe to you what my comfort is - but it wouldn't be the same to you. comfort is probably something we all feel a little differently. maybe just a little bit. [no, not like "fitty"].
i've been running around. working. running around. and maybe i didn't say getting up and doing things every two seconds. ha. lately i've been living out of my car [not literally]. paying bills. having a very tiny amount of sex [if we can even call it that]. but does it matter with who? NO. don't think about it. it's a mystery. oh, but doesn't that make you mad? NO. it doesn't.
moving on.
711s Slurpees are great. and it might be just because i get to pull the big white nob - after viewing my many selections of flavors [not to mention that you can actually add even MORE flavor with a squirty thing]. or maybe its the way that the ginormous Slurpee cup fills up with this ice cold foam that tastes so wonderful. it may just be the experience i have walking in to the store to purchase my Slurpee. or perhaps the Iraqi man that sits behind the counter, Nodding his head and asking in his voice "You smoke reef?" after purchasing a pack of Zig Zags(c) and pouring my Slurpee, only to select a MATCHING straw to my delight. Whatever the fuck it is that makes my brain waves trigger to buy a Slurpee anytime of anyday is just a wonderful thing. And I'm happy.