Burn it Off

my self-inflicted panopticon failed.

1.31.2003

i really have to remember to keep my alarm clock out of arms' reach. 'cause here i am, trying to get my ass up and i have the cottonmouth from hell and nothing light to drink in my room to quench my thirst....of course i just reach over and slap the snooze button hoping that if i'm asleep, i just won't feel it. so instead i had to experience that shitty feeling of 'waking up with cotton mouth' about four times. i rule.

am i supposed to be coming up with like, deep, philosophical blabber? or shall i just continue on with my usual blabber?

blabber's an interesting word.

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