Scraping Shit Off The Base Of My Skull
For once, I actually have a reasonable amount of things to say, but a more than nonexistant desire to actually translate a single letter of my real thoughts to word. Tomorrow morning I most likely will though, with breakfast and tea.... before my fucking 10 hour marathon of classes. I'm thinking alot, and want to say even more but the movement just isn't coming... it's akin to the feeling of having a fucking huge turd all curled up in your ass right before bed, but saying "Fuck it" and going to sleep anyway... not knowing weather you'll shit in the moring when you wake, or shit yourself in your sleep and stain everything. Not that either is really "bad"... just a different approach to resolution.
I did sink $17 on a book about painting housecats. I never knew such a fad existed,.... hopefully Don and Josh had luck trying it out though.
The lyrics in this song are absolutly ridiculous, even for my liking.
I did sink $17 on a book about painting housecats. I never knew such a fad existed,.... hopefully Don and Josh had luck trying it out though.
The lyrics in this song are absolutly ridiculous, even for my liking.