yeah, remember that day
(yesterday?) when something, literally in the air, made me remember stuff?
yeah, yesterday was ridiculous and unbearable.
it really was. when i wasn't trying to sleep it off, my mind was a nervous beehive of thoughts about everything and they were all stinging.
the worst part was that it was such a nice day how could anyone dislike such a nice day? me, obviously, and that guy who wears his robe to the bathroom just to shave his chin. you know that guy...the one with the almost mushroom haircut except its overgrown and is parted down the middle. there's nothing really wrong with it, it's just so outdated. it isn't the early ninties anymore, that kind of guy just reminds me of soft white cheese, i think its because he's a little chubby too, short stubby cheese...and he also thinks so hard about something that he'll say it whether it is relevant to what you were talking about in class or not.
yeah me and him. oops i started describing my neighbor to all of you, i won't say his name out of kindness but all he does is watch tv all day and late at night i always hear him dropping something on the ground. what? WHAT IS IT? is it severed heads of animals? because that's what i think of, you seem like the type, little sullen boy.
and scratching or something, i don't know what it is but i want to have loud angry sex right next to the wall just to spite you for keeping me up at night with your weird goings-on.
we hate nice days, honestly i'd rather it had rained. at least i wouldn't have felt like i betrayed you by sleeping all day, nice weather.
i register for classes soon, but oh, what am i going to do with my life? that is the question.
that, dear readers, is what you've been scratching your collective heads over, haven't you?
because that is what i am actually writing about.
going to japan is seriously not going to give me a better idea, or maybe it will because i'll be damned if i gallop off to graduate school so fresh and raw after college.
either way, i feel like a raw blister.
yeah, yesterday was ridiculous and unbearable.
it really was. when i wasn't trying to sleep it off, my mind was a nervous beehive of thoughts about everything and they were all stinging.
the worst part was that it was such a nice day how could anyone dislike such a nice day? me, obviously, and that guy who wears his robe to the bathroom just to shave his chin. you know that guy...the one with the almost mushroom haircut except its overgrown and is parted down the middle. there's nothing really wrong with it, it's just so outdated. it isn't the early ninties anymore, that kind of guy just reminds me of soft white cheese, i think its because he's a little chubby too, short stubby cheese...and he also thinks so hard about something that he'll say it whether it is relevant to what you were talking about in class or not.
yeah me and him. oops i started describing my neighbor to all of you, i won't say his name out of kindness but all he does is watch tv all day and late at night i always hear him dropping something on the ground. what? WHAT IS IT? is it severed heads of animals? because that's what i think of, you seem like the type, little sullen boy.
and scratching or something, i don't know what it is but i want to have loud angry sex right next to the wall just to spite you for keeping me up at night with your weird goings-on.
we hate nice days, honestly i'd rather it had rained. at least i wouldn't have felt like i betrayed you by sleeping all day, nice weather.
i register for classes soon, but oh, what am i going to do with my life? that is the question.
that, dear readers, is what you've been scratching your collective heads over, haven't you?
because that is what i am actually writing about.
going to japan is seriously not going to give me a better idea, or maybe it will because i'll be damned if i gallop off to graduate school so fresh and raw after college.
either way, i feel like a raw blister.