Sometimes I shoot right at the sun.
But it gets too hot and I go inside.
Running away from the sun means there is little light. And that is why I am sometimes grainy.
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Really busy, so I'm going to do this quicker than your boyfriend. Ready? Let's put it in. Promise you won't feel a thing.
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Two babies in this house. Sherry is the newborn, my cousin Jerry's kid, and a pleasantly quiet wrinkly bag of flesh. She is a joy and likes to make funny faces at me. I make them back at her and make fun of her big feet.
Oh, if only you were born a boy.
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Second baby is Kaitlyn, my cousin Amy's kid. She's ten months or something like that. Absolute terror. Hollers and cries in the middle of the night. The best part is that she and her parents stay down the hall.
She drooled on me, which is a big no-no.
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I have to yell at someone when I go to work today. I'm coming in late, y'see, and I can't have other people doing that.
At least I have a valid excuse, though. I had a xanga-quickie. And I'm almost done.
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I really am going to yell really loud at a colleague for being such a complete waste of time. He constantly brings either me or Jerry into bullshit meetings. Does this guy take everything businessmen say literally? What a dumbfuck. Either smarten up or leave me the hell alone.
I need to get the hell out of Houston, man. Some of these people are just so so so stupid stupid stupid. The schools are supposed to be better out here when compared to California, but I'm starting to wonder if these guys are just overachievers in wood shop or something gay like that. Or perhaps I just know the wrong people.
Yes, that must be it. Because Houston is the city that fixes problems for the guys on the moon. And you don't learn to fix lunar complications in wood shop do you?
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Do you? I'm done.
Already?
Yes.
I'd be really good at writing thirty-seven second pornos.
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Have a nice day. And if you go to the moon, make sure you bring your AAA card and check in with Tranquility in Houston. She's a bitch and a transexual, a deadly combination. Kind of like foie gras stuffed in monkey sphincter.
Comments (12)
Wow!!! It certainly sounds like you need a change of location!!! Not much Hollywood glamour in the Lone Star State....Smashing you propz
sadfwererwesfseresrewrwer I say
hospitals are funny to me because you can be in a room full of dying people at the end of their line, and one floor up, 20 feet away, a whole room is full of newborns, all just born and waiting to be somebody, turn into the next great serial killer.
overachievers in woodshop? what is wrong with this? better than being an overachiever in art. art is so useless. at least in woodshop, you can make practical things. are you in art? yeah ... me, too ...
i was an overachiever in woodshop. actually, i got a straight b, but i think that's pretty damn good for a class i hated. had to take that shit two years in a row, too. curse you, roosevelt ms... curse you.
anyway, everyone knows lewis black just has a lot of anger. he's wrong about candy corn. the supply has only been there since the 50s1 (i saw it on "unwrapped"!)
Those are some handy pickup lines. hahaha.
i faked it.
thank you for the comment, i am grateful for my long fingers. people can see me from far away flicking them off
. i like your entry, you are quite strange. but i guess thats good too.
thx for the info ^^
atleast u dont have an annoying neighbor who yells at their crying baby in the middle of the night like i do.. >_<
i need to get out of houston too!!!
peter yeh you are my bitch
remember that
sell to photodisc?? how do i go about doing that? would really like to make some $$ right now...let me know
thanks for stopping by!
interesting...
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