Aug 05, 2004 20:30
I wish I could express the beats I am feeling in words that can let you feel it all as I do.
It's like swimming and sinking at the same time.
Maybe that's why I don't do drugs. I get off by just thinking about shit. Maybe that's why I am tired all the time too. I am a imagination junky. I would consider kicking the habit, but that would actually involve medication. Ironic. Kinda. Maybe not. Never mind.
I realize now that I still haven't named my cat. That is freaking unacceptable. Must find a name. McCay? Shepherd? Cat X-TREAM!!!?.... Yeah no fucking idea. I am afraid to name it wrong, like it might hurt me if I give a the wrong kind of name.
Holy shit I have it. His name is Slimer!!!. I got a weird vibe from him after saying it actually. It is up for serious consideration though.