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4/8/04
I ain’t afraid to let it out…
Right now I should be running with some fat track coach named Joe whipping me, as he trails behind in his golf cart. Instead, I soar, yet again 33, 000 miles up, up and away. This marks the beginning of my…
24 hours x 10 days = 240
BONUS: 1 day = 24
Total= 264
…okay, so that gives me a good 264 hours of R and R? Numbers can be deceiving. What a bitch…
11 days, 264 hours, 15840 minutes, hell…950400 seconds!!
Well your seconds are running away buddy and they are taking the sun with them too! Now that I’m done with my little, and “tres pathetique”, dissection of what should be simple, I only begin to ask. Does this count as today’s mathematical exercise?... A large ass pill requiring you to take a dose of ever 24 hours from now on until the end of your life? I’ve got three years left. Might as well enjoy it before the pill comes knocking at my door saying “SWALLOW ME BITCH” at 6:00 am bright and early. ( shut up you perves, its supposed to be deeper than your antics!)
Why do I much prefer the blankets of my abode to the hard blistering plastic chairs of the savannah? HELL WHY NOT! The grasses, not high enough to cover our asses…yea yea, sudden urge to rhyme. SO SHOOT ME! …at this point I much rather curl up and sleep my life away…
Turbulence has invaded my brain. Mental and physical turbulence…
I shall return.
I ain’t afraid to let it out…
Right now I should be running with some fat track coach named Joe whipping me, as he trails behind in his golf cart. Instead, I soar, yet again 33, 000 miles up, up and away. This marks the beginning of my…
24 hours x 10 days = 240
BONUS: 1 day = 24
Total= 264
…okay, so that gives me a good 264 hours of R and R? Numbers can be deceiving. What a bitch…
11 days, 264 hours, 15840 minutes, hell…950400 seconds!!
Well your seconds are running away buddy and they are taking the sun with them too! Now that I’m done with my little, and “tres pathetique”, dissection of what should be simple, I only begin to ask. Does this count as today’s mathematical exercise?... A large ass pill requiring you to take a dose of ever 24 hours from now on until the end of your life? I’ve got three years left. Might as well enjoy it before the pill comes knocking at my door saying “SWALLOW ME BITCH” at 6:00 am bright and early. ( shut up you perves, its supposed to be deeper than your antics!)
Why do I much prefer the blankets of my abode to the hard blistering plastic chairs of the savannah? HELL WHY NOT! The grasses, not high enough to cover our asses…yea yea, sudden urge to rhyme. SO SHOOT ME! …at this point I much rather curl up and sleep my life away…
Turbulence has invaded my brain. Mental and physical turbulence…
I shall return.