Ink tubes and ball point

Aug 16, 2005 16:15

So I woke up at 3 pm today. I have nothing to write about.

Have you ever noticed that people have their own stlye for writing, Im sure everyone has noticed that, but its cool.

Like even on this or myspace, when people post things, its always the same kind of writing, no matter what the emotion is.

I guess thats pretty obvious to eveyone, but i find it fasinating.

My dreams are getting pretty damn weird. I've been trying to write them down when i wake up so i can try to figure out what the hell is going on.

Last night, well this mornings dream wasn't to bad at all. I lived with 2 black ladies, and they were trying to assemble a Dresser while i played donkey Kong country on my computer, then i had to go to the bathroom but the door wouldn't shut all the way so i had 2 black ladies watch me pee.

I cant remember the rest, but thats not even 1/100th of the shit i've dreamed about.

I'm glad that I'm done with drugs. there's a time when you have to grow up, and be responsible, and that time has come. So to my sweet jospehine, I wish you a happy retirement. we had some good times together.

Greatness is measured in time.

<3 the robot forever.
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