phoolsfire

Too late on the credit card thing...i've been accepted and my card is on the way. Directly after i wrote and posted that in the journal, I applied online. And was accepted...

its alot easier if you have one of those little hand held tape recorder thingies to record the stuff you think
yeah, i be knowin, yo, but i cant stand to listen to myself talk. I sound fake, i think. And i feel stupid talking when noone's listening.
I dunno if i ever mentioned this, but i never laugh or anything when I'm alone. I smile sometimes, but just as a courtesy, you know, to convince myself that I'm content with whatever. Or entertained.

don't worry, your metal is in the mail, you have been nominated for most orgional brilliant thug
bad...asss! Dude, i've never won anything! Including that hula-hoop contest i was inthat was bullshit, i was wanting to be in the counting contest, but i was spaced out and too late raising my hand!
Or even that time that me and a friend did this talent contest thingie and played Patience by GNR. Of course, we were lip synching and stuff, but that cunt of a cheerleader beat us out by doing some lame-assed Christmas thingie.
Or that writing contest that i entered.
So this is cool.
I be a thug, yo!.

Intestinal parasites...you have some...weird interests.

this spring break i have to make a round of all the new babies that have been born starting with my sisters in canton.
I've been thinking about canton a lot lately, it weird. As much as i hated the fucking place, all i have are fond memories.
It was definitely a period of my life that's defined who i am today...err...

When's the optimum time to give you a call? I was thinking late afternoon, but...fucking schedules.

Tired. Shit, I know the feeling. I slept 5 hours a night for the past four nights, due to a conference here, on top of my already high workload. I totally bombed a presentation (it didn't really make sense) because I wrote it in the wee hours of the morning.

Having no time for fun is starting to piss me off.