Fix moi

I have been great these past couple of weeks/ days/ hours/ minutes/ seconds. No broken bones, no band aid patches, no CPR intended. I'm alive. Although I'm missing one ingredient, I don't really need it to make me happy, but it's nice to have it once in a while.

I intended on coming home today and fall asleep while catching up on the office since I haven't watched a wink of television. I got out early today on the count of seniors being gay. I wonder what they're going to do for their prank this year. Probably something stupid like last year where they threw milk and cereal all over the school and the school smelled like an ugly cat lady's refrigerator.

I've been reading blogs, watching Green Porno, reading SuperPoop, and shopping online the whole hour and a couple minutes I've been home. I will probably do something later or tomorrow and sunday because my two best friends are in Pittsburgh at a Rugby tournament.

I'm still in my uniform minus the skirt. I wore moccasins today. I also might trim my hair. I also might walk to boba loca later. I also may paint this picture that's been in my head for two weeks but I never got a chance to map it out. I may have a cigarette later but I won't. I should wash my three dogs, but I'm le tired. I think I'll continue writing the story I've been working on that has to do with the painting I've been intending on planning out. Boo, prom is for homo's. (tomorrow).

Fuque teh internets. I want to go to san francisco or a lake on the back of a kite. I feel like hiking.

= cottonmouthdrool.