So, months later, someone reactivated my account. I'm really curious who keeps doing so. Anyway, today is monday, which means watering plants day. My friends are thirsty, so good day.
saturday night, you are a miserable diappointment.
in unrelated news, i have the feel sitting in front of my computer that my arms are getting shorter and my torso is getting longer.
where the hell am i? how on earth did we get here? and why do we keep changing our clothes?
in unrelated news, i have the feel sitting in front of my computer that my arms are getting shorter and my torso is getting longer.
where the hell am i? how on earth did we get here? and why do we keep changing our clothes?
So the lady and I are broken up. And all that. So, I am left with a very lonely heart and a shit load of free time. Suicidegirls.com, you will be seeing much more of me.
-dusty
-dusty
So you know that beard I was bragging about ever so recently, well I cut the mother fucker off! So thats cool. I was tired of getting stuff stuck in it you know. After I cut it off i had an orange, then a stack of pancakes, then ice cream. My face was covered in said food items so I just reitred to the restroom and rinsed my face. It was that easy! Not having a beard is kind of cool. That being said its really jarring to go so long with a family of opossums living on my face to have them all of a sudden move out. For example: now people can see my facial expressions. Since cutting my beard off people have constantly been asking me, "What are you so happy about?" or "What's wrong?". Whatevs.
This is me celebrating my beard loss:
This is me mourning my beard loss:
So I got next semester all planned out and shit. I'll be doin' three lit classes and a poetry workshop, which doesn't sound so bad when you don't mention the fiction workshop I'm TAing in for no credit or pay and that internship at the American Poetry Archives im continuing for no credit or pay and the 35+ hours a weeks spent delivering pizzas; bagh! Looks like another sexless, friendless semester; poor me.
-Dusty
PS
Oliver is the cutest thing in the world.
This is me celebrating my beard loss:
This is me mourning my beard loss:
So I got next semester all planned out and shit. I'll be doin' three lit classes and a poetry workshop, which doesn't sound so bad when you don't mention the fiction workshop I'm TAing in for no credit or pay and that internship at the American Poetry Archives im continuing for no credit or pay and the 35+ hours a weeks spent delivering pizzas; bagh! Looks like another sexless, friendless semester; poor me.
-Dusty
PS
Oliver is the cutest thing in the world.
duuuuuuuuuuuuuuude, its finally over. This semester was just awful dude. And furthermore dude, what am I doing up so early? No one knows dude, mystery of science, maybe god woke me up.
Anywho, back to my first point, this semester was awful and now its over. i take comfort in knowing that awful things have to end at some point, even if they just lead to more awful things. Lets face it, life is a long string of really awful events. That being said, i dont think i have any evidence of that and im not sure why i think that, value judgements like that are not really in my character, i think i should not be awake or something. or something, or something...or something? or something!
Anywho, back to my first point, this semester was awful and now its over. i take comfort in knowing that awful things have to end at some point, even if they just lead to more awful things. Lets face it, life is a long string of really awful events. That being said, i dont think i have any evidence of that and im not sure why i think that, value judgements like that are not really in my character, i think i should not be awake or something. or something, or something...or something? or something!
