You take the good,
you take the bad,
you take them both
and there you have,
the facts of life,
the facts of life.

Please. Don't. Do. This. Right. Now.

Or. I. Will. Need. To. Buy. More. Alcohol. And. Make. Phone. Calls.

I drink and read intricate articles about my favorite author, who is not just my favorite author because he only wrote one (1) novel.

     I'm just really not in the mood for Alaska or Mexico, right now. I just want to stay right here, doing nothing, per usual.  I'm not into it. I find it somewhat comical when my expression of feeling about something can seem too small to notice. I am the queen of letting people know just how i feel about shit. or i was, i was though.

I think that it may not count as getting up early, or on time, if you remain in bed all day. I mean, i got up and ate breakfast and dressed. But the mounds of blankets and Counter-Clock World were just too much for me. Maybe I should invest in more sweaters.

Can i borrow 2,000 francs?

My brain, already overloaded with various esoterica and convoluted religious studies, was imploded today, by the mere sight of a youngster at Lloyd Center, who wore a "hoodie" sweatshirt whose message proclaimed, "Fear Allah!" That was neat. I followed this by being talked into, against my better judgement, drinking an ill-prepared Wheat grass ( Read more... )