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I love comfort. I'm seriously its biggest fan. And that's why I love pajama pants because aside from being A.)Naked or B). Only wearing a towel, pajama pants are the most comfortable things on the planet. They're soft and warm and I like feeling them against my body. They keep me warm, and I happen to love that too. But after about six months most of my pajama pants decide "Hey, I think I'll ruin this relationship we have." And I'm like, "Gee pajama pants, what ever do you mean." Then suddenly BOOM, they rip a hole in the crotch. And this hole is never a small hole, this is a gaping hole. And I'm like "Dick Move Pajamas". It's as if the pajama pants industry is run by the biggest douches in the world. I mean there are terrorists and then there are people who manufacture faulty pajama pants. If we got rid of those two the world would be a much better place.
So then I end up having to throw them away, which is kind of sad. It's not like they died. Because if they died I could just bury them. My pajama pants turn into that friend you don't want to be friends with anymore because they got hooked on drugs. I mean, they'll still be okay and borderline enjoyable. But in the end you always end up dissapointed with them. And that's really upsetting. It feels like you have to find another reason why your relationship with your pajamas is coming to an end. You have to point out there other flaws like "Gee pajamas what's up with your pockets? If you didn't have them, do you think I'd just sleep holding onto things? What do you think I find things so important that I have to sleep with them? What's in there a schedule? Cell phone? Screw you pajamas I hate you."
And that's why I hate the pajama pants industry.
I've decided to stop talking about my stupid problems. I guess thats what everyone wants me to do because it annoys them that I might want to talk or somthing? well I decided to stop being friends with people tat make me feel bad. and try to make new friends. no more SHAG. i'm sick of you guys. you make me feel like big pile of cow shit mixed with vomit and tomatoes. I just got of the phone after crying and getting into a...fight type thing with sofi. sooo lets talk about happy things shall we?
I'm really into soccer right now. I really fucking love it. I like getting hurt in soccer I dunno why. xD
When I have cut up and bruised knees I feel accomplished. (i'm the goalie)
ummm
i'm dying my hair brown after my hair fades and I get more rooots.
I'm going to put random blonde streaks in it.
Sofi and Caleb are going out. i'm happpy for them. i'm not gonna lie.
I'm losing weight wich is always a plus.
I'me keeping up with school work wich is gooood.
I think thats about it. hah.
Today I am filled with forget.
I forgot to bring some random DARE book home which I was supposed to bring home, and I forgot to ask the science teacher lady about something in regards to my science fair project.
I also ripped a hole in my pants under the knee. I tripped, fell on concrete, and now there is a hole. YAY?
I'm hungry.
Went to work at 730 this morning to the same old bull shit as usual. Needless to say, I've complained enough. So no more of that, just make due with what I am given. Let's see you wanna know how stupid my job is. Here's an example. I had just come back from a break, when I am paged inside, to be told that there are no carts inside the vestibule, like I didn't know that already. Duh!
Anyway I left that hole at 4 PM and drove a fellow co-worker home. Then came home myself. To the usual. I got changed, and ate dinner. Which today was, chicken Alfredo. Is that fatting?
After that I retired to my room and turned on TV. I watched star trek: voyager. Then Little people. While watching little people, I worked out. Which oddly enough seems to have improved my mood, its either that, or being left alone away from that hole. lol
Well, what's go'n on right now? WWE Monday night raw is on at 9 , and that goes till 11 , then I'll watch the local news, which I may or may not watch all of. Then I'll go to bed.
~ Then it will all start over in the morning
My senses are heightened, but it's not due to drugs.
My cheeks are cold - but my esophogus right down to my colon feels warm.
I hear it just like it was meant. Da funk. Da funk. Da funk.
Do you remember that dude I said I was supposed to meet up with -- like way back in the day?
I met him once in passing, gave him my number, and then I never heard from him again.
But I met up with him today again and I was really apprehensive -- like just freaking the fuck out -- ask my roommate (he's down and out with his own problems tho -- which is cool -- but I sure as hell wouldn't want to be him).
But it went so smooth. It went so well.
Just like it was. Just like I remember.
And...future? At least maybe. I think so.
He was totally sincere when he said we'd chill again. Soon.
Relationships between two non-automotons living in a highly mechanistic society -- are very precarious -- and extremely valuable.
Word.
Best not take things too quickly.
So just vibe now. Just chill here.
Sipping cheep beer. Chocolate covered Oreos. Watching Daft Punk spin round and round and round.
Old funk.
Maybe sample some old soul.
Dig through the dusty crates to find something obscure. Fuck with it till it's chill.
Because it's out there today.
Soul is tangible today.
Word.
Lets watch things start to move quickly too.
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