this morning-I have an interview. It coincides with both precious house-time and Melrose reruns on the Style Network. I am not pleased with this. I hesitate to ask for people to wish me luck, because I have no real desire to ever enter the world of a 9 to 5 ever again. But I do hope that they like me. Everyone wants to be wanted, no?
I am feeling sick today, as well. My tummy is ill, my head is sick, even my hands aren’t feeling well. I really think that my back is affecting my mood and my overall physical well-being. Over the past couple of weeks, I have discovered a new-found admiration and pity for those who are in constant pain. You poor, poor people. I am not sure how you live like this.
they smoke the weeds.
Give me thy weed. Will the weed help me make a decision here?
weed is for pain. booze is for decision making.
If that were the case, we would have lived in NYC, Portland, Vermont, State College. We would have a pug and a pool table. WE would own a house in Philly, you would have pierced your penis. We would have posted some pretty rediculous nude photographs… should I continue? Booze is for brainstorming choices, but don’t hand me any pens and tell me to sign.
I want to party with you kids.
We have made some pretty absurd decisions while drunk. I have written some pretty odd shit on here as well. May that never see the light of day. :]
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i don’t know anything about this piercing, though. i must have been really drunk…