i'm actually getting to the point where, because i haven't worked in a couple days, i don't know what day of the week today is. when i look at the calendar, it says saturday, but it could just as easily be tuesday, or even monday or friday. i think this is almost a purer form of existence. just me, alive in space, not tied down to anything as archaic as a calendar. haha.
one of my friends from work invited me to this party somewhere in vienna or something tonight. he actually said: "it's gonna be a total freak-fest. you might even get laid". i don't wanna go. i don't like parties, and i don't like "freak-fests".
i'm currently being submerged in: "the soft bulletin" by the flaming lips.
one of my friends from work invited me to this party somewhere in vienna or something tonight. he actually said: "it's gonna be a total freak-fest. you might even get laid". i don't wanna go. i don't like parties, and i don't like "freak-fests".
i'm currently being submerged in: "the soft bulletin" by the flaming lips.
