Listening to: Case Of The Fake People by TLC
Feeling: eh
Today was an interesting day.
Jenn got another tattoo.
I saw BJ for the second time in my life.
Joe got back from Ozzfest.
I had a falling out with a friend.
I ate a TV dinner for dinner.
There it is.
By the time I was 20 I had lived in 4 decades and 2 centuries. I am one of only 24 million or so people who can claim that.
1985. I was in kindergarten. Eating finger paint.
I was a slow learner.
Or maybe it is poetry. Honestly, I don't have a clue what poetry is.
So only midgets and kids can write poetry, as the rest of us are more than one meter when we write? Or maybe we have to be sitting? I never understand the dictionary either, which is why I make up alot or my own words.
Especially the desserts. Microwaved gooey cranberry cobbler? How the hack is that dessert?
Except Apple Jacks. Those kick ass.
Oh, and any comments and/or critiques you have (if you read that other journal) are more than welcome and appreciated.
Actually, I'm all over this damn place, like roaches, moss, herpes. You can spray for me, and I won't go away.
I just had one of those energy drinks and my feet are chattering now.
I wouldn't cry at the dentist. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
Besides, I'm already cried out by the time I get there ;)
I tried the diet red bull, but it tasted like stale vomit. I don't need wings anyway, I'm afraid of heights.
I actually have twelve different journals hanging around, but several have gone defunct for a couple reasons. Mainly that they sucked.
Raw eggs are part of the job.
Or I'm just odd and watched Rocky too many times as a child.
The beginning of the end came after a further 3 years of avoiding when I was ambushed and broke a tooth watching Tomb Raider. Stupid popcorn kernel.
Good luck with your anti-dentism.
I have Yahoo! now. My SN's sirminkdeadly.