hahahah...so here I am sick sick sick ick ick ick, after having watched destroyer tattoo for a couple hours I went to my buddy Jeff's house, teeth chattering, with chicky soup...at 5 I was walking down Prince half in tears, my chattering audible, and thrwoing up because the cold hurt that much....
After flagging a cab down, I got home vey slowly where I proceeded to freak my chicken out and try to sleep.
Instead of good dreams I had dreams of contemplating moving back to mass for a bit...which made me feel uckier than I had in the beginning at end of the night.
Knowing my luck I have some minor case of pneumonia. ick
and so the day continues and I just need love.
anyone, anyone?
I was hunting through my emails and found these photos from a while back and I am so annoyed with my shit right now, I am only putting these puppies up until later....that is my belly, and the reason I have issues with emulation.
Well this is my 30th hour of non-sleep mode so everyone is funny...I went uptown with BJorn to take care of doodie and no one was SMILING...and I mean NO ONE....it's freakin kissmas for crying out loud...so we proceeded to make manly humping sounds while I laughed at the idiots with dead eyes on the train...after a small stint trying to shop with no money, I hallucinated on the train ride home...in the cold, walking up the street I grunted at a cute boy just to prove my point that men don't like the cat calls anymore than women do....and when I got home, blazzzaaaam...into the bathroom I go to tackle the zit where my medusa's gonna be...after a brief squeeze it wouldn't go, but with a little coaxing SHAZZAM...I splashed the mirror, which made me feel like I released all of the evil in my body, along with some puss...very similar to what a nice clean smooth dump can do....eliminate that heavy not so fresh feeling....it is because i am just that classy that I don't give a flying fuck...
For all you concerned callers, Fred and I finally did hash out our beef, and let's just say the smell ...
