oh today today today
fucking thursdays
fucking wednesdays
fucking, my head wont stop spinning
i feel like there is a pogo stick dancer in my brain.
im zoning like hell. feeling lonesome.

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mhm so these hoodlum boiz wondered [quite out loud] how come i was wearing
"THEM SPONGEBOB LOOKIN YELLOW BOOTS"
i wondered out loud, "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?"
took off my hood, and advanced.
the fear in their eyes was so satisfying, surprising and refreshing.
these things ARE awesome.

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im so exhausted as i have not rested/recovered since, um, whenever. tonight isnt the night either, i guess. home from work and now going to do more work. money and yeah i guess im glad to be working stupid-bowl sunday. staying unfocused.
smoke a bowl sunday
har har

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hmm, im really tiring myself out.
mm--whisper, whisper
it was right but then it was, well
but it was just
like oh, there, here. its hard to explain. almost comfortable.
i will say though i hope i have ever given anyone that rushing/swooshing feeling. its so rare.
i, um. oh. boots.

ow ow ow, haha
my mouth tastes like
and im still

i have to go to work and that makes me so grumpy,rrrgrg
annnd um
oh yeah, im sad
BECAUSE, well fuck [him] and all that. oh wait!!!!!!!!
the irony, its astounding

im really, very very very happy that everyone elses lives are going alright. no im serious.
i dont want to fucking work on marshall street but i need another job wicked bad.
i need to leave the house, now. after i brush my teeth. its someones birthday today.
p.s. marissa smoked reefer in bed without me.
waiting for a phone call. still. still.

i could listen to sublime
FOREVER all at once