Up yo' status.
Saturday, October 20, 2007 4:38 PM
I'm deciding my new project of the year is to write a book. I'd like to type it but I have no ways of hidng it from my slick sister. So far my weekend has been spent on eating Chicken in a Biscuit and black tea. Yippie-Do-Daa.
I couldn't help but notice some drunk guy driving a t-rex truck. Which is pretty ridiculous looking since it was some macho monster truck with a prgenancy ball in the back. Oh gawwd my life is full with a bunch of random shit after another. It's nice at times but random is becoming normal. For then normal is normal since random is normal. This week is just a mess of emotions, sickness, Kirk, hot guys working at Smith's, and finishing a box of Chicken in a Biscuit in one setting. I can sense tragedy happening in some outrageous way. My dreams are getting darker and I keep missing t-minus rock.
I don't know. Back to the writing of the book. I've always wanted to publish a book but now I guess I'm more focused because of the recognition and phrase I get from my English teacher. But everytime I'm in the kitchen preparing my 35th mug of tea I get the best ideas! Then I get enough time to settle down and write them down but they've disappeared and I'm forced to write about nonsense-boring-ass-crappy sentences. It's like going down a mountain and having the choice to use the equipment or just go down all by the strength of human being can go. So far I'm going down with no idea of what I'm doing. I didn't choose that path, it just happened.
I couldn't help but notice some drunk guy driving a t-rex truck. Which is pretty ridiculous looking since it was some macho monster truck with a prgenancy ball in the back. Oh gawwd my life is full with a bunch of random shit after another. It's nice at times but random is becoming normal. For then normal is normal since random is normal. This week is just a mess of emotions, sickness, Kirk, hot guys working at Smith's, and finishing a box of Chicken in a Biscuit in one setting. I can sense tragedy happening in some outrageous way. My dreams are getting darker and I keep missing t-minus rock.
I don't know. Back to the writing of the book. I've always wanted to publish a book but now I guess I'm more focused because of the recognition and phrase I get from my English teacher. But everytime I'm in the kitchen preparing my 35th mug of tea I get the best ideas! Then I get enough time to settle down and write them down but they've disappeared and I'm forced to write about nonsense-boring-ass-crappy sentences. It's like going down a mountain and having the choice to use the equipment or just go down all by the strength of human being can go. So far I'm going down with no idea of what I'm doing. I didn't choose that path, it just happened.