Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Boom

Spend your leftover fireworks on a Tuesday afternoon. The evening is out of the question. Can't wait for the *crack!*.

PimpKiller was in on Sunday morning, uttering death threats to me as I awaited the waking-up of the lotto machine. [He] will get that pimp. You don't believe [him]? You watch. [He has] a community center.

Oh.

Not paid enough to listen to conspiracy theories, vulgar words and death threats. Not yet.

Decaffeinated Earl Grey tea = caff-withdrawal headache, but delicious taste sensation. I use Coffee Mate. I am 80 years old. I wake up twice a night to use the bathroom. I dream of yarn when I go back to sleep.

Fishing again plz.

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