Aug 26, 2006 00:33
There's a dead bug chilling on one of the tiles by the toilet- I really can't bring myself to flush it. I wonder how long it'll take Melanie to notice and do something about it.
I've lost all ability to tell the time without the use of artificial devices, which really isn't a huge problem and doesn't bother me a pigeons ass. In fact I don't even know why I bothered with that statement.
I could always blurt out a list of critic-esque reviews of different events I've found myself around, but the crosby stills nash and young concert sounds lame if I use the only adjectives I can come up with, such as "amazing" and "fun," and I don't want to go on about other stuff that I can't, from the bottom of my gut, bring about justice to.
And I'm not talking about band camp, which gave me a relatively-nice-for-european-white-girl tan, and also a huge zit of a headache in the back of my head.
Sorry, I never know how to finish these, but that's it for now.