Sep 18, 2005 23:21
going into serious conor mode
at least it's not rap, right?
was flipping through the channels today and stopped at a lifetime movie. within five minutes i was bawling. dear god, i'm my mother.
history notes are done! unit notes are not! still have not finished Scarlet Letter! yessss.
so Butch is sick. onyl he's not. i just can't drive him. he pulled 17mpg. ouch. dad thnks it may have been a bad tank of gas. however, if gas mileage does not improve with this tank, abby and butch will be getting a divorce. perhaps.
"It's this beautiful feeling where you're so tired or numb or fucked up that you literally can't feel your body or your face or your toes anymore. It's like an out of body experience, except that you knwo you're in there something. Everything is on autopilot for whatever reason and you go through the motions but you're not really there. I danced, I drank, I fucked, I went home, and didn't experience any of it. Auto pilot. They should make a pill for this." -- M.J.M.