wayne's world came today!!! such the shit.
catalina = sooooooo tired of writing. every part of it, the way i'm forced to come up with my own topics time and time again (high school come back please), the idea generation, the staring, the organizing, more staring and finally the typing.. which is heavily-laden with staring.
and it takes soo many -hours-
.jesus please make it stop. i'll pray. alright i won't pray. but i'll never lie to you again.
speaking of him, the LDS are stalking me! they know my address, they find me at the union and penetrate me with their stares and then try to smuggle me home with them in a blanket of the empty words they'd memorized.
i won't be going there if i don't want to get castrated, tarred and feathered.
what i really want is some food and energy . . . how do you guys do it?!?!?! you'd never believe how you impress me. such diligence.. the birds. really.
i'll try to look forward to having dinner, chugging (alright not chugging but due to my stomach slowly drinking half) a Von Dutch energy drink, and writing all about Picasso and pop art and Manet maybe and ...well someone else.. into the wee or bigger hours of the morning. he was quite something, and for one of the few instances, i don't feel it's time wasted on school when i engross myself in his life and work for hours.
tuesday tuesday tuesday tuesday tuesday my life is restored to me
and it takes soo many -hours-
.jesus please make it stop. i'll pray. alright i won't pray. but i'll never lie to you again.
speaking of him, the LDS are stalking me! they know my address, they find me at the union and penetrate me with their stares and then try to smuggle me home with them in a blanket of the empty words they'd memorized.
i won't be going there if i don't want to get castrated, tarred and feathered.
what i really want is some food and energy . . . how do you guys do it?!?!?! you'd never believe how you impress me. such diligence.. the birds. really.
i'll try to look forward to having dinner, chugging (alright not chugging but due to my stomach slowly drinking half) a Von Dutch energy drink, and writing all about Picasso and pop art and Manet maybe and ...well someone else.. into the wee or bigger hours of the morning. he was quite something, and for one of the few instances, i don't feel it's time wasted on school when i engross myself in his life and work for hours.
tuesday tuesday tuesday tuesday tuesday my life is restored to me