Goodnight
Photoshoot last night. Kayla's hair looked awesome, but I imagine most of the photos are of us trying to not giggle. That is what happens when you don't see people for awhile. That is what happens when Sara Spit is behind the camera. Some day I'd like to take some photography of my own. Maybe I'll get a camera. Or I'll use yours.
I'm leaving for work in two hours. Work until 10/10:30. What excitement. I spent the last of my money on a pack of cigarrettes which I didn't really want. Just wanted a few, smoked probably five and this is after the smoker in my has laid down to die. She's tired of living and breathing extra hard so I might distract myself from whatever is potentially uncomfortable.
Acording to my doctor, I'm .25" taller and 4lbs lighter than I was a year ago. I wish I were taller. I wish I will be taller. Maybe if I don't tell anyone, this time, it'll come true. She did my internal exam and asked if I wanted to be checked for STDs. Of course I do. Can never be too safe. Last time I drank Kayla's blood she warned me of the probability of her blood diseases. How many other wrists have I sucked? Oh, and then there was Chris. Can never fully trust someone who sticks needles in his arm for a good time, and he fully seems like the type to share his tools. My paranoia will be put to rest.
Don't forget, dream is destiny.
I'm leaving for work in two hours. Work until 10/10:30. What excitement. I spent the last of my money on a pack of cigarrettes which I didn't really want. Just wanted a few, smoked probably five and this is after the smoker in my has laid down to die. She's tired of living and breathing extra hard so I might distract myself from whatever is potentially uncomfortable.
Acording to my doctor, I'm .25" taller and 4lbs lighter than I was a year ago. I wish I were taller. I wish I will be taller. Maybe if I don't tell anyone, this time, it'll come true. She did my internal exam and asked if I wanted to be checked for STDs. Of course I do. Can never be too safe. Last time I drank Kayla's blood she warned me of the probability of her blood diseases. How many other wrists have I sucked? Oh, and then there was Chris. Can never fully trust someone who sticks needles in his arm for a good time, and he fully seems like the type to share his tools. My paranoia will be put to rest.
Don't forget, dream is destiny.