The housemates are watching a movie downstairs. Someone is screaming hysterically at the top of his lungs and it makes me think that that would feel really good. Stresses in life are affecting my physically. I got kicked off the trapeze at school for not having turned in the appropriate paperwork saying I'm allowed to use the trapeze. Nevermind the fact that I've been there for over four years, that's three years longer than the person who booted me. Graaamamapmahaahaha. It's the one thing that makes me happy because there are no rules or stupid games you have to play, you just do it. And now there are rules and stupid games and if I want to practice the thing I consider my art, I have to follow their rules.
Can I have a warehouse yet?

Can I have a warehouse yet?
for example:
on an insurance claims form i wrote:
drug: really sharp needles i have to stick in my stomach every night before i go to bed or i will die.
drug: the stuff that goes into those really sharp needles i dread
i got my money