If I got a tattoo I would fly down to Miami and get one from one of these people. I'm addicted to their show. I was having an internal conflict last night when an episode I had not seen came on when I was about to go to bed. I was debating: show? sleep? sanity tomorrow? bad day tomorrow? clarity? foggy brain? Rest finally won out.
My feet smell like vinegar. It must be brown shoes with no socks day again.
I'm feeling better today. Yesterday there was another girl fight in the hallway. I get so keyed up afterwards and didn't really relax until 9 or 10 pm. I also debated coming back to school in the spring.
Mr. J smells like an old friend of mine today. It's weird how your olfactory memory is so strong. I am having flashbacks of years ago when me and this friend (who Mr J used to work with) hung out. It's like he's with me right now.
This blog entry is officially boring.
3 comments:
you are disgusting. and I love you.
I'm glad I left Alli...err, 'Bunny' a Myspace comment, thus discovering your blog (since you didn't email per per your promise).
When's your semester over? Also, I love your next-door neighbor for giving me faith that humanity will survive the inevitable zombie apocalypse.
Oh, shit. I didn't know I was logged in like that. Actually, the above comment, and this one, belong to the OG Bryan Lee.
I'm betting you guessed that already.
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