this is that. this is that.
Ok. I gave a nice long actually motivating speech to holley about "living". If you read this Holley I want you to know I was like...50 percent wrong. Wich isn't that bad but if i were to re-spew that speech I would have to change a few many things.
This is very necessary...a hiatus from almost everything. I say almost with the exception of Stacy and new tattoos. Everything else is going to be forced onto the back burner. I am doing this because I've become a walking zombie. A social retard. An embarrassment and a creep. among many other things. simplify! simplify! simplify!
This is what i felt like this morning at work...and this is EXACTLY what I felt like...Like someone punched my stomach untill it split open, then that someone vomited all over the insides of my body, and then puched my stomach closed again.
I puked twice at work. once while this lady in the next stall was talking on her cell phone and pooping at the same time...sicko.
But I did the usual. i walk off hangovers. I want to die at work and then after enough walking a different kind of pain takes over and its slightly better than hangover pain.
im going shopping right now. And today...i remembered one very important thing a girl should never forget but somehow i forgot....
when you get sad or bummed or had a bad day or anything along those lines...what do you do? You fucking go underwear shopping! duuuuuh. I only remembered this today when my 17 dollar pair of undies got ripped in the dryer. I don't know how I went like 3 months without v.s.'s....katelyn back me up on this.
ok enough screwing around i have shoes and underwear to buy to give real significance to my life.
This is very necessary...a hiatus from almost everything. I say almost with the exception of Stacy and new tattoos. Everything else is going to be forced onto the back burner. I am doing this because I've become a walking zombie. A social retard. An embarrassment and a creep. among many other things. simplify! simplify! simplify!
This is what i felt like this morning at work...and this is EXACTLY what I felt like...Like someone punched my stomach untill it split open, then that someone vomited all over the insides of my body, and then puched my stomach closed again.
I puked twice at work. once while this lady in the next stall was talking on her cell phone and pooping at the same time...sicko.
But I did the usual. i walk off hangovers. I want to die at work and then after enough walking a different kind of pain takes over and its slightly better than hangover pain.
im going shopping right now. And today...i remembered one very important thing a girl should never forget but somehow i forgot....
when you get sad or bummed or had a bad day or anything along those lines...what do you do? You fucking go underwear shopping! duuuuuh. I only remembered this today when my 17 dollar pair of undies got ripped in the dryer. I don't know how I went like 3 months without v.s.'s....katelyn back me up on this.
ok enough screwing around i have shoes and underwear to buy to give real significance to my life.