...And I'm full of fictions and fucking addictions...
Just in case anyone asks, it take almost fourteen hours to move five baboons no more than about 300 feet. A lot more is involved in this process than one would think. The last person went home from this event at 3am. That's dedication.
I now have two more piercings. Dinner was had in berkeley, after drinks. She wanted to get something pierced - to feel wild and rebellious. To express this wild, party-like side, she had a fourth hole poked through her lobe on the left side. According to her, the left side is the more artistic side. To express my wild artistic side (although I'm sure my wild artistic side has blown up. Exploded. Gone a little too far?) I had my tongue done again. Snake bites, or venoms as they are often called. I had them before, took them out because they migrated. Now they're back. My tongue is swollen and bloody. She had her ear pierced, my tongue is throbbing. That's the difference between us. Not sure how we're friends, but I guess it works. She's considering getting her tongue web done - I don't want her to get too wild on me though, I'm not sure I can keep up... I wouldn't want to be a bad influence on her either. I'm totally one to take home to mom. Her parents hate me. Hate me.
My mom is on disability for her back and wrists. She's having surgery soon. In the mean time, she has awesome pain killers. And because she loves me, she shares. My tongue is swollen and bloody, but I'm too loopy to really care, so it all works. Funny how that happens.
I'm not found of the taste of my own blood in my mouth though. Well no, I take that back. After tasting it all day, I'm not liking it as much.
I'm still holding - not holding my breath on the job thing. Colleen scares me to death, and I hate that I'm so intimidated by her. Many have come up to me saying that they've put in a good word - one in tears even.
I have a sudden urge to walk outside and listen to the crickets and watch the stars, without my clothes. I'm not in the right company though, so I'll play around with emails for a while.
Just in case anyone asks, it take almost fourteen hours to move five baboons no more than about 300 feet. A lot more is involved in this process than one would think. The last person went home from this event at 3am. That's dedication.
I now have two more piercings. Dinner was had in berkeley, after drinks. She wanted to get something pierced - to feel wild and rebellious. To express this wild, party-like side, she had a fourth hole poked through her lobe on the left side. According to her, the left side is the more artistic side. To express my wild artistic side (although I'm sure my wild artistic side has blown up. Exploded. Gone a little too far?) I had my tongue done again. Snake bites, or venoms as they are often called. I had them before, took them out because they migrated. Now they're back. My tongue is swollen and bloody. She had her ear pierced, my tongue is throbbing. That's the difference between us. Not sure how we're friends, but I guess it works. She's considering getting her tongue web done - I don't want her to get too wild on me though, I'm not sure I can keep up... I wouldn't want to be a bad influence on her either. I'm totally one to take home to mom. Her parents hate me. Hate me.
My mom is on disability for her back and wrists. She's having surgery soon. In the mean time, she has awesome pain killers. And because she loves me, she shares. My tongue is swollen and bloody, but I'm too loopy to really care, so it all works. Funny how that happens.
I'm not found of the taste of my own blood in my mouth though. Well no, I take that back. After tasting it all day, I'm not liking it as much.
I'm still holding - not holding my breath on the job thing. Colleen scares me to death, and I hate that I'm so intimidated by her. Many have come up to me saying that they've put in a good word - one in tears even.
I have a sudden urge to walk outside and listen to the crickets and watch the stars, without my clothes. I'm not in the right company though, so I'll play around with emails for a while.
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