"Get out of bed at noon, my head is fucking screwed and my life is really going down the tubes..."
"I don't know what the fuck to do..."
Alejandra just said the most absolutely punk rock thing I have ever heard from her.
She just lifts up this disgusting bag and says, "I'm just going to dump out the trash and we can use the plastic bag again." - about a trash can full of food crusted paper plates, wadded up miscellany, and pretty grody fucking trash. It's amusing to me to the point of being not so far from dumping out and reusing a condom - I mean it's not like we don't have trash bags...
All the while, we're sewing up our splurged shopping spree at the Salvation Army down the street. I barely have any clothes here, and wound up getting a Rushmore-esque school coat and two much needed pairs of pants (and a new tie for debate) for $8. And I'm washing out a four day old water bottle of coffee mixed with tap water, rotting with fake cream chunks in it.
But I keep feeling compelled to clean and do laundry, even though I keep trashing my room with ash on my sheets and just shit scattered around. It's irritating.
I have no idea what I'm going to do with my time this semester. I haven't really had any long stretch of free time at all, barely enough to play guitar for awhile and then get going to something else. Compounded with that, work on campus starts on Sept. 11. Distro catalog? Recording? Laundry? Homework? When will I have time for this shit?
Alejandra just said the most absolutely punk rock thing I have ever heard from her.
She just lifts up this disgusting bag and says, "I'm just going to dump out the trash and we can use the plastic bag again." - about a trash can full of food crusted paper plates, wadded up miscellany, and pretty grody fucking trash. It's amusing to me to the point of being not so far from dumping out and reusing a condom - I mean it's not like we don't have trash bags...
All the while, we're sewing up our splurged shopping spree at the Salvation Army down the street. I barely have any clothes here, and wound up getting a Rushmore-esque school coat and two much needed pairs of pants (and a new tie for debate) for $8. And I'm washing out a four day old water bottle of coffee mixed with tap water, rotting with fake cream chunks in it.
But I keep feeling compelled to clean and do laundry, even though I keep trashing my room with ash on my sheets and just shit scattered around. It's irritating.
I have no idea what I'm going to do with my time this semester. I haven't really had any long stretch of free time at all, barely enough to play guitar for awhile and then get going to something else. Compounded with that, work on campus starts on Sept. 11. Distro catalog? Recording? Laundry? Homework? When will I have time for this shit?