It's Like This:
Friday, December 15, 2006
Oh, and some foreign cunt keeps playing "My Heart Will Go On" on the piano and driving me nuts.
IT'S NOT FUNNY, AND IT'S NOT CUTE. ¶ 11:13 PM 0 Comments
IT'S NOT FUNNY, AND IT'S NOT CUTE. ¶ 11:13 PM 0 Comments
I am mostly moved out of my room and on my way back home, but first I have to finish a paper about chronic wuss syndrome and print it out. Punch me plz, but I can't believe the term is already over. Why am I always having such a miserable time? Hopefully Christmas with the fam and a week with the prodigal GF will drive me out of this cross-dressing, weed-smoking, blog-writing, cheatin' heart funk.
I'm also amazed at the fact that I'm about to spend 9 hours on planes/in airports. I already feel like I just got beaten up and stabbed a couple of times, so watch out, travel companion Andrew Barton, you're in for some uncomfortable tears, prodigious grumpiness, and possible heartbreakingly awful maudlin confessions.
I put on a bunch of clothes from the free pile, and now I look like a member of the Spinto Band (one of the ones named Hughes) and smell like a respectable gay man's clean laundry. (There's a stick of unflavored Rite Aid lip balm, basically straight petroleum, in the pocket of some GAP jeans; is it gross or unprecedented of me to attach sexual connotations to this?)
The more I write in this blog, the longer I can put off my paper, so I should realistically probably stop. ¶ 10:43 PM 0 Comments
I'm also amazed at the fact that I'm about to spend 9 hours on planes/in airports. I already feel like I just got beaten up and stabbed a couple of times, so watch out, travel companion Andrew Barton, you're in for some uncomfortable tears, prodigious grumpiness, and possible heartbreakingly awful maudlin confessions.
I put on a bunch of clothes from the free pile, and now I look like a member of the Spinto Band (one of the ones named Hughes) and smell like a respectable gay man's clean laundry. (There's a stick of unflavored Rite Aid lip balm, basically straight petroleum, in the pocket of some GAP jeans; is it gross or unprecedented of me to attach sexual connotations to this?)
The more I write in this blog, the longer I can put off my paper, so I should realistically probably stop. ¶ 10:43 PM 0 Comments
