dilly dally funkin trunk, get the fuck out of my girlie junk
I I I I...Lately I have been wondering as to my effectiveness and relevance in this whole cyclic pre-apocalyptic bullshit.
I wandered northish Sunday early am, attended my sister's graduation. People at least seemed to pretend that I may have felt slightly uncomfortable with the events that were transpiring. I had three panic attacks over the 24 hours but this, I later was told, was due to my guarana coffee cigarette addiction. (guarana is a common component in the vitamin water I have been addicted to). whoops.
Lately my thoughts have been perusing the idea that no, I have no job. And no, I don't really have alot of time to contemplate the irrelevance to this fact and what is going on. I need a job. Hell yea.
Perhaps a general re-organization of my thoughts and ideas is necessary to implement the changes that will produce the desired effect. Perhaps I will go with the flow, float down the proverbial river, just rock out.
I have been going out a bit more in the city. With my current economic condition this may seem strange. Sans alcohol I can spend $10 a day easy. With, more like $30.
Either way it's all a good deal. I ...
