Nov 03, 2004 11:21
My leg is bouncy.
I can hear tameka making a iced grande vanilla latte outside the lab. my ears perk like a doberman's upon the approach of espresso.
I get to see derek in 8 hours.
I have a test today in literature.
I want to make out.
The last two statments arent anywhere NEAR correlated. Making out and scantron sheets just don't click with mere. Maybe if I'm desperate.
I want friends on this journal. Maybe I'll find one.
My belly is huge.
"I want a pot." NO YOU DON'T.
I want a haircut and I want a...mm sub. They're right next door to each other...
I should text derek back. I want kisses and hugs and beer. Yeah that's it. I want some beer now.
Stream of conciousness v 2.0.
Take a message.