pudding

i could ramble about how i spent all day today hoping the ceiling would fall in or a gigantic steamroller would make it's way through my living room and crush me flat. but it all seems a tad bit irrelevant now. i think it is more important to focus on what i've got, and that is the following : i've got the entire night ahead of me (because i slept all god damn day), i've got a bottle of coke and a bottle of captain morgan, i had a wonderful pasta dinner, i've got a pudding cake, i've got an a cat laying on my bed and i've got hundreds of channels to choose from. this is my evening folks, i don't go out, i don't dance. i sit at home and drink, with my cat who is nudging my feet as i speak. i don't get to go to school because there is no way and hell we can shell out over five hundred dollars a month trying to pay for it. so i get to try and find a job as of monday (i picked that as my start looking date so i could sit around and do nothing all weekend). i met this really cool artist guy at the liquor store today, his name is mervin. i'm pretty sure i've never met a mervin before. at any rate i am just happy to not be thinking of ways to break my hand with a meat mallet. i mean pudding cake isn't exactly pie, but it will do.