this is the fourth time i've awakened since my bedtime around 11pm ( Read more... )

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i've another hot new hairstyle and two whole fists filled with dollars this time.
so fucking far, i'm spending my Saturday night at my parents' house, using a warm, moist cottonball to stimulate the anus of my new kitten, found last night behind the vending machines in Wal-Mart's parking lot ( Read more... )

after predictably gobbling up Mr and Mrs. Smith,
the soundtrack's version has replaced in my heart Ministry's cover of Lay Lady Layand left me considering my own scene of alternately punching my man in the face and fellating him ( Read more... )

it feels amazing to be up so late [10:45 p.m.] with nothing impending in the next 6 hours.
i've managed to have all of tomorrow, a Friday, off work.
though the day could have been better saved for July 8th and a trip to houston.

my summer has been boringly surreal, in that way that occurs when one rarely sleeps but spends 97% of her time awake ( Read more... )

some summer.

of course i'm tired, not of working, but of giving up literally entire days to two jobs that i fucking hate ( Read more... )

today i'm wearing glasses.
my first time in 4 years.
[btw, for some reason i didn't think that lenses would be a separate/ridiculous charge from frames]

obviously wearing them after consecutive days of wearing contacts is unsettling to my vision ( Read more... )

i'm horribly ill on my second Friday off ever at Walmart (the first being the weekend before my birthday) after over a year of working for them ( Read more... )

a 5am-7am drinking rendezvous with purpleikon and nobleseoblige occurred after my setting foot in Lee Dr's Cane's for the second time ever.
being a light-weight, it's only taken 6 fl oz of taaka.
(info for anyone to use to his advantage.)
while baby's first dwi was somehow avoided, and although i fucked the dealer and was fucked as the dealer several times, i'm not ( Read more... )

we came across an episode of late night soap opera on Oxygen!, called Bliss.
a pompous but lusty male librarian slices a peach on a girl's hand.
during the gaudy, skinemax-eqsue close-up of the fruit's juices drizzling down her hands, he pants out "fissure.... cleft!"i changed the channel and scoffed at the thought of some cheese-ball harlequin ( Read more... )