NOTHIN
yesterday was the most surreal day of my life.
I wish I could kid around like, that, and just call shit surreal when it is, in fact, relatively commonplace.
NO WAY.
ok, uh.
today, I. um. I did some shit.
phew. writing in livejournal's a lot harder than I remembered.
I got my car fixed. Oh, by the way, my car broke down.
yeah. fixed now.
ok, Loope is pretty much the worst english teacher I've ever had. he seemed nice and all at first, and I got all excited about learning, but really. what a complete dick. geez. he's like the, um.
he's bad.
and I mailed a package to canada today. I had to fill out a customs form, and under "contents" I wrote "jimmy hoffa" and I bet you anything it'll get there.
that was a lie. the guy asked me if I'd put anythign illegal in it, and jimmy hoffa was number 6 on the list of illegal mail shit. in bold. and I can't ever lie to federal employees.
what happened to my fun? maybe I should give up livejournal forever? because this is really bad, I got all the creativeness beaten out of me by Loope's witty-as-hell red pen.
ok, I quit.
love,
awesome city
I wish I could kid around like, that, and just call shit surreal when it is, in fact, relatively commonplace.
NO WAY.
ok, uh.
today, I. um. I did some shit.
phew. writing in livejournal's a lot harder than I remembered.
I got my car fixed. Oh, by the way, my car broke down.
yeah. fixed now.
ok, Loope is pretty much the worst english teacher I've ever had. he seemed nice and all at first, and I got all excited about learning, but really. what a complete dick. geez. he's like the, um.
he's bad.
and I mailed a package to canada today. I had to fill out a customs form, and under "contents" I wrote "jimmy hoffa" and I bet you anything it'll get there.
that was a lie. the guy asked me if I'd put anythign illegal in it, and jimmy hoffa was number 6 on the list of illegal mail shit. in bold. and I can't ever lie to federal employees.
what happened to my fun? maybe I should give up livejournal forever? because this is really bad, I got all the creativeness beaten out of me by Loope's witty-as-hell red pen.
ok, I quit.
love,
awesome city