How this plays with me. LET'S BE DRAMATIC-TOC. It's like the kind of thing that remains cement, and it doesn't matter what happens to you, you know it'll remain as it has, if not better. I wish I could keep a tally of everything. Like how many bad decisions I have made. I love saying "decisions, decision!". It's fun. Today I wore new dark wash jeans that bled everywhere. (I) Then I tried to use a nail trimmer to remove my rock hard nail polish/glue, whatever you call it, and ended up cracking a chunk off so I have uneven thumbs, and I refuse to cut the other cause my thumb nail needs the elongating (chubbybubby). (II) But my god, stupid nail polish won't come off so I'm going to have half green nails soon, anticipate that people, it'll be... een. And right now I realised that making up an entire industry project is proving difficult, maybe using real experiences would've been better. (III) Also, I just ate a shitload of dried cranberries; my new love affair, and I'm about to vomit fructose. Like eating it twice, even better. But dried mangoes still beats your shrivelled, maroon face. (IIII) Okay, I've wasted my night shopping. Collared shirts are the best thing ever. And I need me some new reading material. Suggestions please my bubbalooossss. I've been meaning to look for a few books on cults and zen, but besides that I'm as empty as my ambition in life. K COOLZ SHEE YA LATERZ. "...and you have the ability to just talk about nothing". Yep, sure do. Not something to stick my chin up and boast about though.
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