done broke my shit, er, um heart and shit. Gotta be more... uh... smart? I feel like a zombie walking around and misspelling everything I type or write. My handwriting is garbled and lacks that pretty stuff. Little curly-cues are only a bitter memory. Fuck it all.

I never thought that ghosts really exist,but they do. I seen one. Ehwuh spooky. If ghosts are real...

Drip-dry underwear, claptrap, rungs of logic, lead paint, aqua-dots, flash fry, drag out, hung out, hung up, run down, brung down, hum drum, grim grum, ho hum. PLC class, Algebra class, Instrumentation class. Working seven days this week. Something is wrong with my toe. I found out that it's not actually possible to die of boredom. I ain't dead yet ( Read more... )

grew some spinach in the garden

well folks, I'm murried. yup. that's what I told ya. merried and buried in obligation and sometimes it makes me want to leap for joy and sometimes I guess it's just alright. but like most things i guess it can't be good all the time. it can be part good some of the time, but it also can't be all bad all the time. And believe me if it were, you'd ( Read more... )

There are lots of little things ( Read more... )

Lordy-gee that was fun last night.

some things never change,
but most things never stop changing.
I hope we all meet up in heaven
if i could be so lucky

ooh-wee are we gonna fly down in the easy chair

look out hippies; here we come!