The Rescinding of Thoughts Long Gone
My iPod broke. God hates me. First he kills my brother, then breaks my iPod. Fuck God, man, fuck God.
I have so much superglue on my fingers that I can't get off. It feels like my thumb is invincible. I was fixing a broken glove compartment in my car, if you must know. I'm getting better at driving, which is good. Less near-death experiences is always a plus.
Call me crazy, but I think my head is spinning. I think I'm still allergic to air-fresheners. Great.
I really have nothing to complain about. My life is going great. Except the whole music deprived predicament.
I never know what to write in my gournal. I have no far out ideas or stories about my life. So what do I write about? Crap, that's what. I write about crap, and how I have nothing to write about.
Ross and I chased Mike around with a wiffle ball bat on Ross's bike on Tuesday. Well, not really, Ross and I just scared my neighbors and Mike stepped a little to the left. (To clarify, Ross and I were on the same bike at the same time. He has a little shelf over his wheel that I sat on. To a casual passerby, it looked like I was boning Ross on a bike.)
You know what I miss? Daria. God I love that show.
Is it just me or does Ms. Wielette's new hair cut make her look like David Spade and his new haircut? Or is it the other way around?
I have so much superglue on my fingers that I can't get off. It feels like my thumb is invincible. I was fixing a broken glove compartment in my car, if you must know. I'm getting better at driving, which is good. Less near-death experiences is always a plus.
Call me crazy, but I think my head is spinning. I think I'm still allergic to air-fresheners. Great.
I really have nothing to complain about. My life is going great. Except the whole music deprived predicament.
I never know what to write in my gournal. I have no far out ideas or stories about my life. So what do I write about? Crap, that's what. I write about crap, and how I have nothing to write about.
Ross and I chased Mike around with a wiffle ball bat on Ross's bike on Tuesday. Well, not really, Ross and I just scared my neighbors and Mike stepped a little to the left. (To clarify, Ross and I were on the same bike at the same time. He has a little shelf over his wheel that I sat on. To a casual passerby, it looked like I was boning Ross on a bike.)
You know what I miss? Daria. God I love that show.
Is it just me or does Ms. Wielette's new hair cut make her look like David Spade and his new haircut? Or is it the other way around?