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Look! I remember when not sleeping used to be fun. I would take advantage of the delirium and write and develop projects and moon people and read. Going out in public was even better cuz I knew I was being weird, but fuck it. I don't care. I DON'T SLEEP. Yeah. Those were the days. I need to embrace this shit. I need to fuck with my head so much that life is fun again. I honestly have no idea what I am talking about. So, last night? I hung out with people and stuff. It was pretty cool. Even if I can no longer say that the last boy to feel me up was straight. Yeah. My boobs and homosexuals are like Tony Orlando and Dawn. Except not as musically delicious. I do not need sleep. I do not need sleep. I do not need sleep. OK, so I kind of...fell...on a door...and it hurts to write. Two months, baby. I'm good. Seriously. It's not four months but at least I can say "months", plural. Yeah. I don't know why I can't leave my hands and wrists alone. Oh, wait. I know. BECAUSE I AM A FUCKING IDIOT. Ha ha. You see? It's funny. Sorry. Did that paragraph make sense to anyone besides me? Yeah, I didn't think so. I think here is where I should stop typing. Forever 23, my ass - 01.25.06 P-Nutz - 01.20.06 My nose hurts - 01.16.06 And really bad eggs - 01.13.06 I ain't no Alex Trebek - 01.11.06 � |
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