Jul 11, 2003 00:23
I point out that hours in my days are like lifetimes.
Let's see, I got out of the house, drove on the highway and back streets all over the city eating popsicles with the wind in our hair. Wow, we have such nice places. I mean people live places and never seen beyond the obvious. I've outdone the city in two days, city whore.
Then watched airplanes go off on Perimeter Road, wrote names in the sand and waved to passing cars. doing what we like to do, our way
Dinner at in a Cantina. yayyy. Melz wearing freaking Communist colors and the people looking at us all weird. Then we went on our way home..and wouldn't you know its race night right?..sooo its Fast and the Furious come to life. lol. So we get off in the parking lot, made our presence, engines revving. I love hot cars, and black rims, black rims to be exact.
And now I'm fuckin exhausted and I'm fuckin sick of being productive. I'm gonna sit on the couch and watch Days of our Lives and Passions and eat and then tan and go to class and then get drunk. Yes. Fuck productivity.
yea i know...we're effervescent
like soda. lol