i wrote 16 pages last night. i have 25 days left, i have roughly 70 pages to go. yet, here i am, suicide girls as procrastination, leaving little notes for people i have never met, friends lined up like baseball cards. i love you all, you know that.
today was so busy. but all day long i walked around with a big stupid grin on my face, and occassionally laughed all by myself; goon happy. no reason. i did at one point wonder if i had a tumour, and this was it, my brain was on the edge of embolism - that made me laugh more.
i have watched alien over 150 times. no kidding.
i can't lie to you about your chances, but you have my sympathies
today was so busy. but all day long i walked around with a big stupid grin on my face, and occassionally laughed all by myself; goon happy. no reason. i did at one point wonder if i had a tumour, and this was it, my brain was on the edge of embolism - that made me laugh more.
i have watched alien over 150 times. no kidding.
i can't lie to you about your chances, but you have my sympathies
sydfloyd:
Maybe if we played death metal we'd be mroe popular. But now we have to settle for Proto-punk/Garage/Glam type stuff.