wipe the pollen from the faces, make revision to a dream while you wait in the van
Beach yesterday was lovely. Got to see a bunch of out state kids for the first time in awhile. "A feeble attempt at life." Baseball and softserve. Justin's stubbornly awful music selection on the way back. Me: Uh, can we please not listen to smooth jazz anymore? Justin: YEAHRIGHT, this is my jam! Alan: Really? Then what's it called? Justin: "Sweet Aromic Loving," duh.
Alan and Allie were telling me about this thing they found online. It's the comic strip Garfield, but with the cat's thought bubbles taken out. So you're left with this tragic portrait of a sad, lonely, delusional man. It's funny, in a really dark way. I wonder how they find these things on the interwebs.
It seems everyone's gotten something awesome out of my fuckup but me. For me it just keeps hanging around, fucking shit up more in all kinds of crazy ways. Lolz.
I need to keep busy. If I don't, I get to thinking about how stuff is, and it gets me depressed. So yeah. Busybusy.
Alan and Allie were telling me about this thing they found online. It's the comic strip Garfield, but with the cat's thought bubbles taken out. So you're left with this tragic portrait of a sad, lonely, delusional man. It's funny, in a really dark way. I wonder how they find these things on the interwebs.
It seems everyone's gotten something awesome out of my fuckup but me. For me it just keeps hanging around, fucking shit up more in all kinds of crazy ways. Lolz.
I need to keep busy. If I don't, I get to thinking about how stuff is, and it gets me depressed. So yeah. Busybusy.