theres a rubber band around my wrist
indeed, i believe zee blogging can begin.
its friday and its amazing. i found a rubber band and put it around my wrist. i remember the good old days when allie and i would see who could have more useless shit wrapped around their wrist. at one point i had a cufflink from a flannel lumberjack type shirt and she has underwear lace. ive broken away from that found-art fashion, however i still see it in myself when i pull a string off my shirt and find myself wrapping it around my, or most recently, ken's wrist. hope he doesnt mind.
nina just left for work, and my day has just ended. thank god its fucking friday. TGIFF. thats right, what are you gonna do about it??
yesterday rolled to a close at around 2:40 AM due to a looming english paper that i intelligently put to the last minute, quite literally. it got done nonetheless. as work comes to a crecendo, classes begin to end. if thats nothing closer to an oxymoron i dunno what is. i feel like it is a desperate attempt to make things feel useful and worthwhile. my feeling is, gimme work spaced out nicely through the year and just skip the whole finals shit. makes things a lot less intense and hazardous for your health.
im totally noshing on cranberry bread, homemade, high-five. indeed. cranberry RAISIN bread. AND WHAT?
im actually quite tired and can see my bed from here. hes waving at me and beckoning me to join him for what he promises to be a swell nap. although im a rather stubborn individual i can help but sumbit myself to his feathery words. soft sheets and multiple pillows hit my weak spots. post-nap shower is in the stars as well as a trip to the bank and then to the store. then tonight is a play and fun.
yay.
friday.
peace and jellybeans.
its friday and its amazing. i found a rubber band and put it around my wrist. i remember the good old days when allie and i would see who could have more useless shit wrapped around their wrist. at one point i had a cufflink from a flannel lumberjack type shirt and she has underwear lace. ive broken away from that found-art fashion, however i still see it in myself when i pull a string off my shirt and find myself wrapping it around my, or most recently, ken's wrist. hope he doesnt mind.
nina just left for work, and my day has just ended. thank god its fucking friday. TGIFF. thats right, what are you gonna do about it??
yesterday rolled to a close at around 2:40 AM due to a looming english paper that i intelligently put to the last minute, quite literally. it got done nonetheless. as work comes to a crecendo, classes begin to end. if thats nothing closer to an oxymoron i dunno what is. i feel like it is a desperate attempt to make things feel useful and worthwhile. my feeling is, gimme work spaced out nicely through the year and just skip the whole finals shit. makes things a lot less intense and hazardous for your health.
im totally noshing on cranberry bread, homemade, high-five. indeed. cranberry RAISIN bread. AND WHAT?
im actually quite tired and can see my bed from here. hes waving at me and beckoning me to join him for what he promises to be a swell nap. although im a rather stubborn individual i can help but sumbit myself to his feathery words. soft sheets and multiple pillows hit my weak spots. post-nap shower is in the stars as well as a trip to the bank and then to the store. then tonight is a play and fun.
yay.
friday.
peace and jellybeans.