I smell like two-stroke gasoline. It was kinda depressing when I came to the realization that my new position involves the use of a leaf-blower. I think I'm going to work on my kicking during the vast amounts of time Wal-Mart has set aside to give me money for not accomplishing nothing.
Damn i need a better pic. Its 3am and i'm eating pie, strawberry pie... wtf? I need action damnit.
Cut off a bunch more hair, months of growth gone like that. I can't help but draw parallels to death.
Any who, I ate dessert with Sara who is.... still Sara, and I guess thats good. Don't really want her to change anyway.
Going to the mall is a waste of time, they won't have what you want. Its just a social exercise where no one tries to stand out, and the ones who do I just want to hit. Going by yourself compounds the problem because you can't really express your immense dissatisfaction with humanity.
Hair has been cut, first stratigically then randomly for a bit wile i laughed maniacally at myself. We'll see how it looks and feels down the road.
I think i'm going to take a scissors to my head again.
On another note, TAKE IT! YEAH!
On another note, TAKE IT! YEAH!
LUMINOUS PEAT HUMUS!
Its gonna get dirty! I need a new title, all thats popping into my head is "Garden Bitch" or "Garden Variety Bitch" and nither of these will work because I am anything but garden variety and i'm certainly not a bitch. Something will hit me, and hopefully hard. The rest of my world is now Cyrodiil and Oblivion, Blade FTW.
For over four years I have wander the asphalt sea, as a hero, as a joke. My task was that of Sisyphus's punishment, endless and simple. There I've seen beauty as well as all that is wrong with world. I have bled and burned and writhed and reveled in it. But now my time there is coming to an end, as all things do. I...
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Found a Playboy today, a decade ago that would have made my week. Now I'm just worried about getting HPV from touching it. Funny how things change. Playmates have NOTHING on SG girls anyway.
Who we are today is not who we will be tomarrow, change is constant and undeniable. We can only attempt to sway change with our will and hope it is for the best.
Managed to get through today without wearing a shirt. Almost microwaved a bowl of cereal, and i watched the first tour DVD (these girls really are making me play with knives more)
Other then that i didn't accomplish much.
kietje:
I just had to comment since your journal looks so sad with not even one comment.
You have pretty eyes
You like Mr. Picnic, way to go.
You have pretty eyes
You like Mr. Picnic, way to go.