and eating too many pepperidge farm "mint brussels" mm. and drinking a cup of columbian coffee. i baked a loaf of bread in the bread machine and ate a slice with catsup. i'm not korean. tivo is my friend, but not my only friend. my little glowing friend. you are in the kitchen of the white house. a table seems to have been used recently for the preperation of food. i'm a hopeless romantic. unemployment runs out at the end of december. i am waiting for a man to accept my counter, counter my counter, or just fucking ignore me. i would like to see the world before i die. it is lonely being human. deception is how we keep from completely falling apart. i don't know how to trust people when i can't trust the consistency of reality. i spent several days eating nothing but yogurt and cheese and peanutbutter and it fucking destroyed me. i am easily embarassed. do you know how hard my heart is beating? i likely fall in lovei n regular intervals. there is nothing sure about certainty. i could explode all over the place and i would feel no better than i do right now. there is something about novemember afternoons that makes incredibly happy. the angle of the sunlight, blue skies, cool air. if there was anything i would do differently, i would have eaten all those apples. there is nothing worse than lying to your mother. there are monkeys everywhere in this room. if you are an intelligent, well read, crass, football watching hottie, please raise your hand. i write the songs that make the whole world cringe. john denver would kick my ass if he was still alive. i think paris hilton is a dumb whore. i've been in a hilton call center. with security badges and everything. i'll feed you cock, bizznitches. |
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