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 hope the st john’s wart I have decided to consume today will curb my innate desires to curl up fetal style and cry…I have never been diagnosed with any kind of mental imbalance. Nor do I think that it’s admission is hot, sexy, and note-worthy. I did have alot of great examples growing up on why prozac can help. Why anti-psychotic medication is sometimes the only way, and why I never needed any of the above mentioned.
After all, we all just need love, anyways. goddamnit.
STar wars tomorrow…I am so hardcore I saw spiderman the day it came out at 10:30 am, and you better believe that at midnight I will be in line for that shit.
wok n woll baby. wok in woll.
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