too much to drink and not enough to really cry about.

[ninjarouge]

Yesterday I was in class and then suddenly I was some other place, where a guy kept tying to bite my head to eat my brains and another guy kept trying to spy on me while I was studying. Even though I got a drink spilled on me I laughed a lot. Then after like a couple hours of THAT I went and kicked around the shoes that my little brother was shining and kept calling him a fucknuckle. He had a date and I had someplace else to be...so I asked if he wanted me to take my dick out just to leave him with something to think about after I was gone. He made me really mad though, so I played my "I was in (viet)Nam" card and then he shoved me really hard. I was still goin pretty good. Then I went and, even though I had turned sad, read the lines of a Baroness. And that part wasn't so great so I came home and ate an oreo. Just one. Then I got on the phone and wondered about a boy who lives 300 miles away. I wondered what he was feeling and thinking and if he was hungry and I asked if he'd drive all that way on saturday to play basketball in a movie. Then I looked at the phonetic alphabet and wished.

I guess that's the kind of life I lead.