When We Listen to Les Savy Fav
A random favorite bands list:
1. At the Drive-In (I'm not explaining.)
2. Les Savy Fav (They are one of two things that truly makes me happy.)
3. Q And Not U (Qatar, am I right?)
4. These Arms Are Snakes (Breaking up by 2007!)
5. The Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower (The other thing that makes me happy.)
I am yet again in a sleep schedule that makes little to no sense. I was up from 5pm Wed to 9pm TH, so that's 28 hours of being awake. I slept from 9pm to 3am Friday. Friday is today. It is now 6:10am. The high today is supposed to be 50. I feel as if I should go golfing or something, but that would require me going home to get my golf clubs. We bowl too much probably. I've bowled more the last couple weeks than in the past 10 years (most likely, give or take, approximately).
Tim Harrington gives me something special. I hope I get the chance to see them again at an intimate venue and not at some festival. I greatly dislike festivals. I hate people. This goes hand in hand. Some of Tim's lyric, I'm pretty sure he writes them or most of them, but his lyrics are clever, and that is often what I strive to do in life. If I can be clever, I can make up for my small penis. "Hey, he's soooooo clever, so what if he can't make me to climax. Kyle makes me laugh to orgasm." I need more run-on sentences here, otherwise it would seem as though I'm not quite as out of my head as I normally am, so here we go, partaking on an adventure into a long sentence: just how long will it be is a fact that no one can know for sure, but as soon as you find a period you can almost be certain that you have found the end of a sentence unless you have run into an abbreviation, though I don't recall using a lot of abbreviations in my writing, even on the internet where abbreviations happen all the time--there is no need to give an example here because you, the reader, are on the internet right now, and I am assuming that you are well aware of the trite and overused internet abbreviations that everyone complains about but still use like a giddy little 15 year old girl, probably a sophomore in high school. Speaking of high school girls, I think this will have to be my goal. College girls are way too sophisticated for someone like me, so I think it's high time to aim low (for the shorties). High school girls have the fresh breasts ripe for squeezing and pussies that smell like roses (ed. I do not know this for sure, but I am making an assumption because I have an erection). Oh, man, anal sex. (You see what I did there? After having a series of longer sentences, I included a very short, incomplete sentence. I did this mostly to mix things up, along with getting a chance to mention anal sex--erections for all. These are just some tricks of the trade. Pick them up at your leisure.)
Now, I'm going to brag and say that I do not have any classes on Friday. So just what the fuck am I to do today? I've been awake for three hours, and I am not aware at all what I have done (watch TV mostly). Now, I know what you're thinking. Masturbate. Well, damn it, my penis hurts. I have put it through the ringer (which hurts [in a good way]). Sometimes I think that I have seen all of the porn that there is on Internet. I hope that this is not the case. It probably isn't, but I've had enough of that one where the dog fucks the girl. Seriously, if I wanted that, I would have saved it long ago (I have, it's a secret). It is now only 6:23am, Friday morning February 24, 200c, and as you can see, it did not take me too long to write all this. I was hoping that it would pass more time, but it has not. I am highly disappointed, but what else can I do?
The Sweat Descends. We need to cover a LSF song.
1. At the Drive-In (I'm not explaining.)
2. Les Savy Fav (They are one of two things that truly makes me happy.)
3. Q And Not U (Qatar, am I right?)
4. These Arms Are Snakes (Breaking up by 2007!)
5. The Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower (The other thing that makes me happy.)
I am yet again in a sleep schedule that makes little to no sense. I was up from 5pm Wed to 9pm TH, so that's 28 hours of being awake. I slept from 9pm to 3am Friday. Friday is today. It is now 6:10am. The high today is supposed to be 50. I feel as if I should go golfing or something, but that would require me going home to get my golf clubs. We bowl too much probably. I've bowled more the last couple weeks than in the past 10 years (most likely, give or take, approximately).
Tim Harrington gives me something special. I hope I get the chance to see them again at an intimate venue and not at some festival. I greatly dislike festivals. I hate people. This goes hand in hand. Some of Tim's lyric, I'm pretty sure he writes them or most of them, but his lyrics are clever, and that is often what I strive to do in life. If I can be clever, I can make up for my small penis. "Hey, he's soooooo clever, so what if he can't make me to climax. Kyle makes me laugh to orgasm." I need more run-on sentences here, otherwise it would seem as though I'm not quite as out of my head as I normally am, so here we go, partaking on an adventure into a long sentence: just how long will it be is a fact that no one can know for sure, but as soon as you find a period you can almost be certain that you have found the end of a sentence unless you have run into an abbreviation, though I don't recall using a lot of abbreviations in my writing, even on the internet where abbreviations happen all the time--there is no need to give an example here because you, the reader, are on the internet right now, and I am assuming that you are well aware of the trite and overused internet abbreviations that everyone complains about but still use like a giddy little 15 year old girl, probably a sophomore in high school. Speaking of high school girls, I think this will have to be my goal. College girls are way too sophisticated for someone like me, so I think it's high time to aim low (for the shorties). High school girls have the fresh breasts ripe for squeezing and pussies that smell like roses (ed. I do not know this for sure, but I am making an assumption because I have an erection). Oh, man, anal sex. (You see what I did there? After having a series of longer sentences, I included a very short, incomplete sentence. I did this mostly to mix things up, along with getting a chance to mention anal sex--erections for all. These are just some tricks of the trade. Pick them up at your leisure.)
Now, I'm going to brag and say that I do not have any classes on Friday. So just what the fuck am I to do today? I've been awake for three hours, and I am not aware at all what I have done (watch TV mostly). Now, I know what you're thinking. Masturbate. Well, damn it, my penis hurts. I have put it through the ringer (which hurts [in a good way]). Sometimes I think that I have seen all of the porn that there is on Internet. I hope that this is not the case. It probably isn't, but I've had enough of that one where the dog fucks the girl. Seriously, if I wanted that, I would have saved it long ago (I have, it's a secret). It is now only 6:23am, Friday morning February 24, 200c, and as you can see, it did not take me too long to write all this. I was hoping that it would pass more time, but it has not. I am highly disappointed, but what else can I do?
The Sweat Descends. We need to cover a LSF song.