bedtime.
i get really ruminative at bedtime. everything's just so, still. i like it, balancing precariously on the fine line between a sugar rush and complete irretrievable sleep. you might also like to know that i am not spelling right, it only seems like it but i have hit the backspace key over a hundred times as of this fullstop(.)<--
went over to my old man's new crib today. i don't mean to go all street with the word crib, but it really is about the size of one. i can cover the hall in three long strides. but very cosy it is though. i'm finding it just a little tough to stomach that shiny brand new oven with the lights under it. am quite envious. he's got himself a little fish tank. i reckon about 93754654829223840000 clownfish are named Nemo, and another 91574388475483 are named Dory.
work's stressing me out. i worry about it more than i worry about school. nothing's ever really confirmed and you're always just scurrying about looking for backup plans because no one can guarantee you anything. the pay is not taxable, i might as well go join a secret society.
kidding. i fuckin' love my job.
went over to my old man's new crib today. i don't mean to go all street with the word crib, but it really is about the size of one. i can cover the hall in three long strides. but very cosy it is though. i'm finding it just a little tough to stomach that shiny brand new oven with the lights under it. am quite envious. he's got himself a little fish tank. i reckon about 93754654829223840000 clownfish are named Nemo, and another 91574388475483 are named Dory.
work's stressing me out. i worry about it more than i worry about school. nothing's ever really confirmed and you're always just scurrying about looking for backup plans because no one can guarantee you anything. the pay is not taxable, i might as well go join a secret society.
kidding. i fuckin' love my job.