| jesus christ.
i had the scare of my life.
my car tapped the bumper of a blue mustang in front of me. i got out of the car and apologized profusely, but he was like, "hey, there aren't any scratches. it's cool" while i was literally pissing in my pants. no one was hurt and no car was damaged. but i was freaked out. my hands were shaking!
anyways...
school was ok. i was hopped up on cold medicine and drowsy for the entire day. i saw everything through some glazy fog. that was interesting. it felt like a hallucination or like something under the influence.
how was your first day? |
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| ahhh! school is starting! my summer assignments are not finished!
i also got a job at soho in the forum! i'm not a spoiled brat, i'm making my own money without turning tricks.
i need to redo this xanga. |
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| QUESTION.
why do people honk at me as they drive past me on roads? i'm not in their lane. i've got my seatbelt on. i'm not driving like a crazed alcoholic who thinks he's got balls, but really they're just sacks filled with fermented wheat water. i'm steady on the road. so why do people honk and scare the shit out of me?
it makes no sense.
also, i feel that i've lost touch with you. right. YOU. if you're not away in some sandy area with colorful buildings and tropic humid weather, and if you finished frolicking with carlos, the sexy cabana boy or carla, the sexy cabana girl (whatever floats your coconut boat), put down that daquiri or [insert tropical cocktail drink here, and it better be virgin, bub.] and have a glass of flat coke with me. or go for a swim with me. or meet me at IKEA and have a bounce with me on the round bed. or come to my house and i'll put on some veggies and turkey burgers on the grill for two. or three. or four. or...well i'll have to run to costco for more.
SERIOUSLY.
call me and we'll get together to hang out. this is my call to the world so that i can go back to school with the satisfied feeling of a satisfying summer.
oh yeah...i forgot. you should call. (4.543.8787) or send carrier pigeons or a letter by pony express. |
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