Bits of tid.
1) I received my collegiate diploma in the mail the other day. Talk about anticlimactic. This thing is the most boring piece of paper ever. My plan was to fold it up in my wallet and carry it around with me. It would come in handy when getting in arguments with random folks, I could whip it out (heh), unfurl it, and slam it on the table. I would poke at it with my index finger and shout about my education and how superior it makes me. But it's too ugly, so into the file box it goes.
2) These midweek drinking sprees are killing me. I blame it on the bars for being so close to where I live. And beer for being delicious.
3) I decided I'm bringing my rats back with my next Sac Attack. I have no space in my tiny living box, so I will have to construct some sort of crazy shelf for them. My life has become drudgery without small creatures to come home to and mother. My landlord is gonna be pppiiiiiissssssed.
4) Entertainment/projects: Entourage season 3; almost done with Angels & Demons after 9 days of obsessive reading spurts; Jumbo's
; proofreading a homeless man's demented screenplay at the landromat; already hate okcupid; daily walks around the lake; slacking on guitar; cut a chunk out of my finger slicing up a 'cado; neighbors have loud sex (with each other?); money still tight but I deserve a new sketchbook and the Metalocalypse dvd soon; caught up on my eBay auctions; upcoming dates with weirdos; I'm fat and pimply; haven't smoked pot for a week and gonna keep the streak; the backyard remains unconquered. /stream
1) I received my collegiate diploma in the mail the other day. Talk about anticlimactic. This thing is the most boring piece of paper ever. My plan was to fold it up in my wallet and carry it around with me. It would come in handy when getting in arguments with random folks, I could whip it out (heh), unfurl it, and slam it on the table. I would poke at it with my index finger and shout about my education and how superior it makes me. But it's too ugly, so into the file box it goes.
2) These midweek drinking sprees are killing me. I blame it on the bars for being so close to where I live. And beer for being delicious.
3) I decided I'm bringing my rats back with my next Sac Attack. I have no space in my tiny living box, so I will have to construct some sort of crazy shelf for them. My life has become drudgery without small creatures to come home to and mother. My landlord is gonna be pppiiiiiissssssed.
4) Entertainment/projects: Entourage season 3; almost done with Angels & Demons after 9 days of obsessive reading spurts; Jumbo's
; proofreading a homeless man's demented screenplay at the landromat; already hate okcupid; daily walks around the lake; slacking on guitar; cut a chunk out of my finger slicing up a 'cado; neighbors have loud sex (with each other?); money still tight but I deserve a new sketchbook and the Metalocalypse dvd soon; caught up on my eBay auctions; upcoming dates with weirdos; I'm fat and pimply; haven't smoked pot for a week and gonna keep the streak; the backyard remains unconquered. /streamVIEW 8 of 8 COMMENTS
_nicole_:
your landlord doesn't go in your apartment. he would far rather be MIA and not have to deal with us. i told you not to worry about it
_nicole_:
ps. i'm totally blocking you in the driveway