


i'm awake....i'm A wake.
somtimes i get into this trip. it's mostly out of no where and most likely in the middle of the night.
i start cleaning house at an insane pace.
when i was living in flordia and i was alone and battled a small stint of depression and that what i would do. once i put on my yellow cleaning gloves it was over for dirt, dust, and socks on the floor.
odd.

somtimes being a grown up sucks leaky butt hole, and then there are times like this.....going for drinks on a sunday morning just for the hell of it.
wow, i never did that on a sunday let alone in the morning.

shesh.
what worse i talk like that.
i have to learn how to spoke, like them smarts folks do.
and a side of
eewwoooo.......