i was asked today what my future goals were.
the only thing that came to mind was the mug and mallet. of course i didnt say anything which is even funnier.

take in mind i read this while waiting for my project to burn ( Read more... )

say it. say it. say fuck frankie. say it ( Read more... )

i've caught myself a numerous amount of time today having conversations with myself and even using hand movements. I really hope there's not a camera in this office because someone, somewhere is having a field day.

It's Friday. And the people around here are itching. The immaturity doesn't end with school.

so tomorrow's officially may 21st. i'm putting all thoughts aside until i pull into the parking lot tomorrow at 9am. why? because i have absolutely zero intention to sell myself and my summer to a company that probably wont understand my work anyway.

nichdotcom: i dont know what its like to be happy, mart. i really truly honestly dont know what its ( Read more... )

i wrote you a letter marty. i send it with love. i expect a response.

it's officially graduation day.

graduation practice tomorrow

theres 2 lines here. you want one?
nevermind nordheim just walked it.

later fucks

"And this year's Martha E. Martin Writing Award for best fiction writing goes to Martin Nat."

dad: so what did you write about?
me: stuff

my current predicament reminds me of the opening day of trout season back when i want to say 8th or 9th grade, because i still used the bridge in luzerne as a primary location, and bowman's creek was nothing more than a proper noun at the time. the whole first half of the morning i wasnt getting anything, not even a bite. then someone, i think it ( Read more... )