akasnuggles

asleep by 9am, up by 2. i felt dead, but i needed up so i could cash/deposit my check. I could have done it at four, gotten two more hours of sleep, but i wanted to be home to watch X-Play and stuff.
So i did that, watched the thing, then slept from 4-510ish. watched The Simpsons for the first time in god knows how long, then King of the Hill, AOTS, then went to sammy's.
He woke up, we hung out till he went to work, then jed and i watched Haunted whilst i worked on the First layer of the Requiem thing.
Finished it, hung with Guey for a sec, came home, smoked, got on here, typed this...err fucking lists.

Still feel like shit, kinda. Getting better. And hungier. Tired. There's a dead bird on my back stoop. I want Coco Pebbles or Frosted Mini Wheats. Either way i'm lactose intolerant, fucked either way.
i'm almost out of cigarettes again.
I watch my fingers when i type and this is making me sick. I'm looking at the the keys befor i even get around to hiting them. I estimate that i'm about four word sahead of myt fingetrs. I keep slamming the fingers on my left hand into the keys, hard. I think its a depth thing.

I've got a powerful lust for red salmon.

I wear my scars like the rings on a pimp
I live life like the captain of a sinking ship
The one thing that I can guarantee
I'm like a stepping raiser, I suggest you stay fair with me
Embrace how I live, cause God loves ugly