hi Hey Ho< dickbitches, I listen to cover's of Buddy Holly songs. Suck a little more. Tim's love. Pat's love. Kit's Love. Hi. I had a job last nite. Friday night fights. I hate boxing, but I love boxers, like all people and things. I made fifty dollars, to pay toward keeping shelter and eating food.
I just watched les stroud beyond survival. He's a pretty nice guy, almost like a god.
I started getting excited near the end of the paupa new guinea episode, I kinda thot i was getting horny. Those emotions are mixed up. I had a physical reaction to the images and sounds. I really like "learning" about them, or vicariously experiencing their culture. I like how the show makes me think about what it is to be human. I now listen to Human Milk. They dug up the bones. It made me sad to see the human in that state of decomposure. Work was so easy. I wanted to skip it. But it would have to hard to try to talk to mom about that. Money is important. I care for money not at all. I think about padre almost everyday. So carefree and feeling good there. I thot about Andrea as I got to the apartment parking lot last night, because I reminded me of the time she drove me home on my birthday. I began to get regretful, nostalgic, sentimental, missing her, her touch, kiss, company, face, mind, life. I went right to bed almost, and I shed a couple of tears that fell down the sides of my face as i looked at the ceiling. How lachrymose. From the Latin for Tear. EER. How Melodramatic. I sent my poetry Professor some poems to review for my reading at austin java. She made a few edits to one and I i shall complete some of those edits. I am excited.
There was a prerelease todayy, but I told them I don't want to go, them they brothers. The modern PTQ was good and not good. The magic playing was all nice and fair, but the being there was on and off not good.
Mom comes to austin today to see jan play tennis with us. Tim works until 3. It is Saturdaisy!
Our dog, I had draems, Patrick stabbed my hand by accident with a spear. I saw the hole and it was totally dry like so old a wound. There was a plastic bag with a package of Titanic in it, i stuck my head in and sang the titanic song like it was coming from the movie package, trying to amuse the family and people around. We were near a road, in a sort of clear field. I have no idea. Another part was my bros and i going to a second apartment that was very messy and some girls sat around near the stairs and stuff, one girl looked at us she had interesting blonde hair. she sat in reclined position. After we went thru the door, i saw her again and our window had no pane, just a hole. the walls were light green. Pieces of food were on the floor, i picked up a piece of some dessert. I thought how we should clean it or pests. There was a TV and a Family Guy parody of the New Yorker was on.
I should be healthy. I am afraid that I won't have much to say to Aaron. I have to read to have something to say. I'll go buy that fitness book he recommended to me. Die! Not yet, home bre.
Dibbidy dibbidy.. do.
Byebye
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