punctuate me.
Last night i made it from york to baltimore in nearly fourty minutes flat. only to catch the last song of via satellite's set, but well worth the risk of receiving a speeding ticket that i probably couldn't afford one fourth of. thank god for those godly rockstars, or i wouldn't be eating this week. why does it take fucking forever and a year for freelance checks to get sent out? this i wonder. laura has been sleeping for many hours and was uncharacteristically cranky when i tried to wake her an hour ago to begin work. so here i sit. i've played mean games of tetris, deleted unwanted passerbys from my myspace, and beat two levels of tony hawk after changing my ( surprisingly good looking ) skater's attire. i doubt there was any need for parentheses. i actually couldn't think of the word parentheses and had to search it on the internet. mostly all i found was a "what punctuation mark are you" quiz. i'm probably a question mark. this morning aforementioned girlfriend stepped on bella (the tiny kitten's) foot. the cat is black and it was pitch dark. now the poor thing is limping around on all threes and we are wishing for a quick and uncostly recovery. this is what lured laura to nap in the first place. damn you kittens!! now all i wonder...is it wrong to drink the sparks that you bought for your significant other early in the afternoon? if i do, i'm going to buy her another, so i should have no shame right?
i was wrong. i'm actually a colon. booo.
i was wrong. i'm actually a colon. booo.