tonight is the longest night of the year.

and add some love to make the world go round.

uh.

oh.

tangina! I lost a wallet containing 7k which I've been saving for MONTHS. TANGINA TALAGA. Plus, my cellphone just suddenly stops turning on. It's not fucking responding to ANY charger. It just WON'T FUCKING WORK. PLUS, I'M SICK, GOD DAMN IT. I'M SICK. SO GOODBYE SATURDAY NIGHT OUT. HELLO HOME. WTF WTF WTF WTF DID I DO TO FUCKING DESERVE THIS? ( Read more... )

i was thinking, why don't gas companies offer gas coupons for Christmas?

the best days of your youth will always be the ones you never planned. i love beautiful random days. or i love random days, because randomness makes everything prettier. hooray! :D

oh. yeah. this is going to hurt, big time. healthy living, here i come. i want abs, yeah. goodbye yosi. goodbye unhealthy food. hello gym. hello yosi (ulit).

harder better faster stronger.

hahahaha

i'm so going to need a lot of alcohol next friday.

this is going to be one long semester.
i'm going to fuck it up by next week, probably.

oh what the heck. i'll probably be screwed by tomorrow.

ergh. i hate people in love. (projection?)
or. i hate relationships that work. (more projection.) but i don't hate the people.

true love
True love. Is it normal,
is it serious, is it practical?
What does the world ( Read more... )

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good mood ba?

[it actually reminds me of the camera nash brought yesterday, the one with four lenses]

today, i re-learned solving the rubik's cubes. spontaneous recall. psychology hangover.

this is an interesting exercise, i'm typing everything with the monitor  turned off.i have done nothing today but finish old tv series. i feel like a 40-year-old going through a midlife crisis. i'm floating into these other realities, where i'm a doctor or some ( Read more... )

Your average tourist: Ffity. 2.3
Times married. Dressed, this year, in Ferdi Plinthbower
Originals. Odds 1 to 9^10
Against her strolling past the Embassy.

Today at noon. Your average terrorist:
Twenty-five. Celibate. No use for trends,
At least in clothing. Mark, though, where it ends.
People have come forth made of colored mist.

Unsmiling on one ( Read more... )