i hated work today. it felt like forever. but you know. now im home and im bored and wishing i were still at work. i'm such a brat.

i actually managed to get a little sun today. went to the battle of the imports. it was pretty cool, its hard to pay attention when you aren't really that invested in most of the people racing. but it was certainly an experience. surprisingly im tired again. but whatever. im trying to plan a bday party for chris. so i hope it works out.

This is my attempt at a love poem.
3 am blues drifting close and all I think is you.
Twisted smile, lost on planes of flesh and muscle and skin,
This could be such romance.

Break me.

C.B. says to me…
Stroke this awesome vulgarity
Make me obscene.
Written into every page, I am lost for this.
Confused with sentiment
All I want to do is call your

Greed:Medium

Gluttony:Low

Wrath:Medium

Sloth:Medium

Envy:Very Low

Lust:Low

Pride:Very Low

Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz

good lord im boring.

looking at my portfolio ive decided that i am completely and totally fucked. just please let me win the lottery, why did i ever get a degree in creative writing. should i just work on my office skills and be a secretary until the day i die?

henry rollins, is my new hero.

bah i hate feeling lonely.

bah for some reason my plans are always getting fucked.

mmm chocolate. what about a double wide.

i;m so fucking done with chris. done.