cake eyes sing
ahhhh this is my 8th day.
no work. just sitting with my pants off watching fuzzy maury povich on stolen cable. dexter denies that dexter jr. is his biological son. it's been years since i've sat down and actually wanted to watch tv. what's happening to me? maybe i'm just growing up. GREAT CAESAR'S GHOST!!! dexter was right. if only i could smoke in the house. i'd make myself a completely unclassy drink and probably ash in the same bowl i ate the gruel that my sister gave me. today i could do several things. it's nice and shitty outside. i could work on my little sister's christmas present, i could attend a meeting of urgent matters held by the upstanding upper crust pizza company pertaining to the issue of a missing $300 (which i wish i'd have stolen because the culprit is so obviously going to get away with it), and later i intend to help my friend lucy work on some songs. it's quite cute. she decided that she'd write a song for her boyfriend for christmas.
i'm not really sitting here with my pants off. not literally, but mentally. mentally pantsless. what a state to be in. i'm feeling lucid today. i'm up for discussion and that's a rare occurence. a leap past noon . . . time for drinks.
no work. just sitting with my pants off watching fuzzy maury povich on stolen cable. dexter denies that dexter jr. is his biological son. it's been years since i've sat down and actually wanted to watch tv. what's happening to me? maybe i'm just growing up. GREAT CAESAR'S GHOST!!! dexter was right. if only i could smoke in the house. i'd make myself a completely unclassy drink and probably ash in the same bowl i ate the gruel that my sister gave me. today i could do several things. it's nice and shitty outside. i could work on my little sister's christmas present, i could attend a meeting of urgent matters held by the upstanding upper crust pizza company pertaining to the issue of a missing $300 (which i wish i'd have stolen because the culprit is so obviously going to get away with it), and later i intend to help my friend lucy work on some songs. it's quite cute. she decided that she'd write a song for her boyfriend for christmas.
i'm not really sitting here with my pants off. not literally, but mentally. mentally pantsless. what a state to be in. i'm feeling lucid today. i'm up for discussion and that's a rare occurence. a leap past noon . . . time for drinks.