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Current mood:  bored Category: Life
I'm not sure where to start here, I can't really sleep. Seeing as how to my sleep aid is a tad illegal for the time being. Oh well though, I guess I'll post one of these here blogs so you people can know me a little bit more. I think my past blogs are depressing. Some of them any way. First and foremost I just got a badass laser. Thank you Arick. Everyone needs to see it. Ask about it. You'll see. It's better than yours. Oh, and the name of my blog, nothing specifically having to do with me directly. Just a good lyric to a good song by Band of Horses. You should check it out. It's called No One's Gonna Love You. You know what else is amazing? Radiohead. Yeah, that's right. Radiohead. I need to go to college guys. Bad. As soon as I'm off probation, I'm going. No doubt. I hate sitting here. Anyone got about $1500 I could borrow? Yeah, me either. I need it though. Maybe you could start a Peej collection. That'd be the shit. I'd love you guys. But that won't happen so I'll go ahead and crush that dream right now. BUT if by some strange case you'd like to make a donation to...well, me, you know where I am. And if you don't, why the hell are you trying to give me money? Anyway. I've been thinking a lot lately. About an assorted array of different subjects. School. The lady folk. Life in general. I think I'm doing okay. Pretty sure I'm a damn fine human. No, I'm totally sure. But, there IS a lyric that the world should not completely adhere to but at least pay attention to. It is, as follows:
"Put down your hollow tips and kiss your lover's lips and know that fate is what you make of it."
You can interpret that how you will, but I think it's amazing. I really should add more pictures on here. I have them. On my computer no less, I just don't. Because my computer has AIDS. Yes, you have to capitalize it all or it won't count when they sew it on the AIDS quilt. You knew that. Pretend you did. You should've. Why are the lift n' pull tabs on everything but gatorade? Really? You figure they'd use those by now, but no. Of course not. Because I drink them. Fuck. Oh, I'll go ahead and update you, because you can't go by my profile. I got fired from target. Because they're fucks. Yes, fucks. They wait to fire me until I do ok. THEN they fire me. Anyway, yep, I don't work there anymore. Dear god, my blog has 753 views? Really? Who reads this shit? It's pointless. But you should read it anyway. Oh and for the 753 that have, or at least the 5 that have short term memory and read it over and over, I love you too. Leave more comments, it's not like anyone leaves me anything anyway. Nor on my facebook. But oh well. I'm okay with that. Holy hell I'd love to go to sleep. But alas I cannot. Rather a conundrum. Disappointing really. At this point I'm just typing what I think. Trying to be as grammatical as possible. Please bare with me. I don't know what I'm gonna do about all this money I don't have though, I mean srsly. If that were out of the way I could actually be doing something with my life instead of working a job I KNOW I'm gonna quit anyway. Who does that? Me. I do that. Right now anyway. Ok, I'm done with this, and I'm sure by now you are too. So we'll break even and be done with it. I could do this for hours, but I'd lost it all when my computer had an outbreak, so we won't do that. Bye now. and if you have to highlight to read. my apologies. unintentional, I promise.
6:28 AM
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