Haven't you people ever heard of capping the goddamn milk?
I thoroughly enjoy milk with my traditional Honey Nut Cherrios. But not when someone forgets to cap the milk! Whatever.
Fuckin' love Drama class. Yoga is like goddly. And I get to watch attractive people stretch (*sneezepaul!*)but only because I'm a perv like that. haah. Steve Vierra and I constantly share a yoga towel? But that does not mean I will allow him to "partake". Fwah! And Ms.Parton is retarded and spells "donought" which is as amusing as people breaking wind during yoga:("It'll pass"-Mahon, "It already did"-Steve! hah!). I just adore wit. And Corinna. She, Sammy Hammy and I were able to partake in the adoption of Jill, saving her from the likes of Paul, Steve, and Mike Russo. I do love Paul and Steve but as for that last one...
Anyway!, I was rather lonesome today as neither Peter nor either of my Sams were able to acompany me on my journey. So I ventured out into the cold by myself and let me tell you!, "It hits you like a thousand knives stabbing you all over your body. You can't breathe. You can't think. At least not about anything but the pain." Am I the only one who knows Titanic almost word for word? Okay.
So I walked the empty streets. And then sought somewhere quiet to sit alone and think. I went to the ocean. It was very freezing but I found a dry place to sit where I could watch the waves and write:
'i walk across these empty streets. newly plowed and desperate for company. companionship of any sort. this is scerenity at its finest. and i still love you. but i'm afraid i don't know who you are. and we are barely alive. leaning against cold concrete. searching for anything. snow on these boulders. is this all we are? decorated inanimacy. lost in simplicity. running from the waves. in hopes of avoiding everything. but i've come to the conclusion, that i hate to be alone by myself.'
And now I'm done. Locals are on the 14th and I'm all out of ideas even though Mahon has kindly provided us with many an idea. I find none of them as tempting as another bowl of cereal. help? Goodnight,
♥
Fuckin' love Drama class. Yoga is like goddly. And I get to watch attractive people stretch (*sneezepaul!*)but only because I'm a perv like that. haah. Steve Vierra and I constantly share a yoga towel? But that does not mean I will allow him to "partake". Fwah! And Ms.Parton is retarded and spells "donought" which is as amusing as people breaking wind during yoga:("It'll pass"-Mahon, "It already did"-Steve! hah!). I just adore wit. And Corinna. She, Sammy Hammy and I were able to partake in the adoption of Jill, saving her from the likes of Paul, Steve, and Mike Russo. I do love Paul and Steve but as for that last one...
Anyway!, I was rather lonesome today as neither Peter nor either of my Sams were able to acompany me on my journey. So I ventured out into the cold by myself and let me tell you!, "It hits you like a thousand knives stabbing you all over your body. You can't breathe. You can't think. At least not about anything but the pain." Am I the only one who knows Titanic almost word for word? Okay.
So I walked the empty streets. And then sought somewhere quiet to sit alone and think. I went to the ocean. It was very freezing but I found a dry place to sit where I could watch the waves and write:
'i walk across these empty streets. newly plowed and desperate for company. companionship of any sort. this is scerenity at its finest. and i still love you. but i'm afraid i don't know who you are. and we are barely alive. leaning against cold concrete. searching for anything. snow on these boulders. is this all we are? decorated inanimacy. lost in simplicity. running from the waves. in hopes of avoiding everything. but i've come to the conclusion, that i hate to be alone by myself.'
And now I'm done. Locals are on the 14th and I'm all out of ideas even though Mahon has kindly provided us with many an idea. I find none of them as tempting as another bowl of cereal. help? Goodnight,
♥