Rad-Zap-Ping
Everything is going so well, something has to come and fuck it up. Who or what it's going to be, I don't know. But the suspense is killing me. In fact, if it doesn't come soon, I think I might go insane. So here is my request: someone fuck it up on purpose. Give me some bad news, hurt my feelings, push me down a flight of stairs, whatever. Just end this waiting period. Because that is what being content is: fear. Fear of having it all end.
But while I AM in a lovely mood, let me just say this:
First of all, who will go pumpkin picking with me? WHO? I want to spend a day doing that. And we can drink apple cider. And we can wear crew neck sweaters. And we can listen to acoustic guitar music. Maybe we will even read some poetry about autumn... It'll be wild, I promise.
Secondly, my birthday is coming up and I am turning the big 1-7. I am having a party entitled "BIRTHDAY BASH 2003". All are welcome. Stop by Burritoville and comfort me about aging. I sure do hate to age. Soon, I'll be able to drive and then vote and then drink and then DIE. So stop by, its going to be great.
Thirdly, I have rediscovered the greatness that is the Hookah bar. That is all.
But while I AM in a lovely mood, let me just say this:
First of all, who will go pumpkin picking with me? WHO? I want to spend a day doing that. And we can drink apple cider. And we can wear crew neck sweaters. And we can listen to acoustic guitar music. Maybe we will even read some poetry about autumn... It'll be wild, I promise.
Secondly, my birthday is coming up and I am turning the big 1-7. I am having a party entitled "BIRTHDAY BASH 2003". All are welcome. Stop by Burritoville and comfort me about aging. I sure do hate to age. Soon, I'll be able to drive and then vote and then drink and then DIE. So stop by, its going to be great.
Thirdly, I have rediscovered the greatness that is the Hookah bar. That is all.