"it's 4 o'clock in the fucking morning! each day gets more and more like the last day!"
What kind of wired ass motherfucker drinks 3 beers and still can't sleep? AND has a pulse hovering around 100+?!?! Something's seriously going to have to stop.
Like a lot of things.
*glares at wall on facebook.com* ...A couple of friends are "throwing down" in rhyme about how much they love me... *L* I think hell hath frozen over.
I don't think you quite understand. But I appreciate the sentiment.
Seriously, guys upstairs. It's 4 in the morning. What could you POSSIBLY need from the KITCHEN at FOUR in the MORNING?!
Daniel and Stephanie's jack-o-lantern is named Captain Clit Fuck D'Jango.
That's exactly why I love them.
Because I get to hear things like, "You're going to meet someone new when you get to the apartment. He's a pirate. His name is Cap'n Clit Fuck D'Jango." And, "I wonder if I can jump into my shoes!!!"
I STILL chuckle at, "JESUS THINKS HOTDOGS ARE YUMMY!"
Read Daniel's blog. I'm so very envious of his imagery.
So, we spent some time in the practice rooms in the Foster building around 10pm. Steph was playing piano in one of them, Daniel in another. I was lying (laying?) on the floor in the hallway (as the floor is my most favoritest spot). Sometimes, their otherwise discordant chords meshed so well, even though they were in completely separate rooms. Their time was kept by the humming of a gaudy silver clock protruding from the wall. The sound was reminiscent of the old wind-up toys I used to entertain myself with after a luxurious happy meal. I was completely pleased, as the sound of time SHOULD sound like that. All of us just winding down. Cross graffiti was hewn into one of the thick corkboards on a wall. Some incredulous Christian heathen showed yet another facet of his/her disrespect for the property (and minds) of others.
The world is just littered with irony.
I just want to sleep.
Like a lot of things.
*glares at wall on facebook.com* ...A couple of friends are "throwing down" in rhyme about how much they love me... *L* I think hell hath frozen over.
I don't think you quite understand. But I appreciate the sentiment.
Seriously, guys upstairs. It's 4 in the morning. What could you POSSIBLY need from the KITCHEN at FOUR in the MORNING?!
Daniel and Stephanie's jack-o-lantern is named Captain Clit Fuck D'Jango.
That's exactly why I love them.
Because I get to hear things like, "You're going to meet someone new when you get to the apartment. He's a pirate. His name is Cap'n Clit Fuck D'Jango." And, "I wonder if I can jump into my shoes!!!"
I STILL chuckle at, "JESUS THINKS HOTDOGS ARE YUMMY!"
Read Daniel's blog. I'm so very envious of his imagery.
So, we spent some time in the practice rooms in the Foster building around 10pm. Steph was playing piano in one of them, Daniel in another. I was lying (laying?) on the floor in the hallway (as the floor is my most favoritest spot). Sometimes, their otherwise discordant chords meshed so well, even though they were in completely separate rooms. Their time was kept by the humming of a gaudy silver clock protruding from the wall. The sound was reminiscent of the old wind-up toys I used to entertain myself with after a luxurious happy meal. I was completely pleased, as the sound of time SHOULD sound like that. All of us just winding down. Cross graffiti was hewn into one of the thick corkboards on a wall. Some incredulous Christian heathen showed yet another facet of his/her disrespect for the property (and minds) of others.
The world is just littered with irony.
I just want to sleep.
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