grendel_kin

i've been up for over 48 hours.




and i've discovered that:

-i prefer to fuck with the lights on...
...and wank in the dark.

-writing is a very fat, complicated bitch...
...but rewriting is an impressionable, accommodating nymphet.

-like in sex, staying up is easy...
...staying focused is hard.

-the smiths are acceptable at all hours of the day...
...while guns 'n' roses is more of an acquired 3am taste.

-my mother finds oral sex jokes ill-mannered...
...but cow fucking humor is a hoot.

-i would take an ounce of moxy...
...over a pound of sassy.

-i would rather bet it all on a beautiful maybe...
...than pull in the winnings of some attractive yeses(is that the plural of yes?)



....that's enough. quit reading and go devour some lovelies.
(is that spelled right? lovelies=love+lies? well, fuck all...will you look at the depth of that equation. language is a sloppy way to communicate, but sometimes it can be a very funny thing....and that's why we keep it around. i suppose i can quit typing in the parenthetical now, huh?...trying.....to...break fr)eeeeee!!!

ahhh, at last....sweet freedom.














i am over half way to 30...
...and i'm still bratty.
so, i'm not spell checking and i hope it makes you grammar nazis go cross-eyed.