you smell different too
Monday started with a woman sticking her piece into my mouth and making me bleed. I didn't mind, we all have our own faults. After the dentist, I went to class, and then another. I daydreamed again, as I always do. What is the point in knowing when the thought of knowing something else consumes you. I had a break from class to work so I thought Nachos. But, nachos were a bad choice. Damn you cheesed tortillas! Satan's child of eating pleasure! Sat around with Radiohead, internet pornography and an old notebook. All in all decent. Work started a bit ho hum and escilated to happy pants. The first half of the day was miserable. My bad lucked changed colors when a two year old started calling people bitch. I knew my anger would cease and thusly it did. Lots of familiar faces and it all ended with the purchase of season one of 3rd Rock from the Sun. Then home for viewing and a wiskey sour. But more script writing must happen so I go now into the world of me. What a ride, hop on if you want.