this morning it was pouring like a waterfall and i was walking to work with a cheap umbrella i found. about midway to work the top of the umbrella flew off because it was also windy. i stood there getting soaked staring at the umbrella flying away. i couldn't stop laughing the rest of the way. this is just as great as the time this dog in a truck honked the horn at me.
i wish it rained for a thousand days.
1/4.04
today is my day off. i feel good that i don't have to worry about work today. work is lame. work makes me want to kill people. i hate people. people are terrible. my brain doesn't work. it never did work.
is it a bad thing to think whenever i sit down on the train someone with a sledgehammer will come sit behind me and smash my head with the hammer?
i wish it rained for a thousand days.
1/4.04
today is my day off. i feel good that i don't have to worry about work today. work is lame. work makes me want to kill people. i hate people. people are terrible. my brain doesn't work. it never did work.
is it a bad thing to think whenever i sit down on the train someone with a sledgehammer will come sit behind me and smash my head with the hammer?
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the mystical word
(i couldnt type umbrella properly, i had to try like 5 times, and now again)
actually i think perdita is based on the same book by gifford as wild at heart, just lynch has his on ideas about adaptations