I was here before you were there.
Fuck I'm hungry.
I found a new place to feed the birds, close to home, but I don't want to go out there until I'm ready to smoke. Otherwise I'm just taking over space I don't need yet.
Hungry.
Need milk and bread from the store. Putting off going to the store so I can spend the first few hours typing. Trying to not get super-high first thing in the day. Don't know why. I like being super-high first thing in the day.
Striking balances. Poses. Vogue. Let your body move to the music that's not playing.
She stirs in bed. Her feet twitch. Her hands go above her head. She's so sweet and adorable. I want to tickle her like nobody's business.
Working Friday to Monday now, whereas it used to be Monday to Friday. I can dig it. I love it long time. I will poke it in the eye and make love to it. Everything is happier here.
This is my secret blog, where I spent 10 years complaining about not being loved enough. Jacked up on coffee and rage. I don't drink coffee any more. My stomach is happy about that, even if my brain is not.
At the end of Lost, everybody is dead. At the end of things, everybody dies.
Today isn't a day of rain, but I think it will be a good day anyway.
I found a new place to feed the birds, close to home, but I don't want to go out there until I'm ready to smoke. Otherwise I'm just taking over space I don't need yet.
Hungry.
Need milk and bread from the store. Putting off going to the store so I can spend the first few hours typing. Trying to not get super-high first thing in the day. Don't know why. I like being super-high first thing in the day.
Striking balances. Poses. Vogue. Let your body move to the music that's not playing.
She stirs in bed. Her feet twitch. Her hands go above her head. She's so sweet and adorable. I want to tickle her like nobody's business.
Working Friday to Monday now, whereas it used to be Monday to Friday. I can dig it. I love it long time. I will poke it in the eye and make love to it. Everything is happier here.
This is my secret blog, where I spent 10 years complaining about not being loved enough. Jacked up on coffee and rage. I don't drink coffee any more. My stomach is happy about that, even if my brain is not.
At the end of Lost, everybody is dead. At the end of things, everybody dies.
Today isn't a day of rain, but I think it will be a good day anyway.