*somebody come and play with me. 2002-05-17 2:29 a.m.*

"he had a really big trenchmouth..."

yay for mix tapes. i'm finally getting all caught up in that. this is the last one that i owed anyone, and i've owed it ever since i wrote my glowing bitch and animal entry at livejournal. 'cause someone wanted me to tell me about them and i couldn't and just said, "i'll make you a tape," and then it's now a mix tape, and i think i did good. heavy on the bitch and animal, but a good mix all in all.

i'm getting all my projects and debts paid off now, and really i should be waiting 2 weeks and then i'll have all the time in the world for this. but now it's that weird time where i have social time but few other people do, and so i want to play hard before everyone's gone for the summer, but a lot of people are already gone psychically or else they're busy, and i'm so very not. except those weird work hours i have, when people are actually out and about. and i say this is bobo.

"never was one for a prissy girl..."

but yes, what spurred me to write was the sheer excitement of my kash 'n' karry trip. it started out with some weird tenseness, but then oh, god, then... they have a british chocolate selection! so i loaded up on the wispas, and got a crunchie and flake and snowflake and buttons and galaxy, while having a near orgasm. no, seriously, i moaned when i saw that chocolate. and then i was speechless. ask michael, she was there. she thought it was hilarious. but i'm sooo excited! maybe if you ask nicely, you can have some chockie (oh, and i got exciting ice creamness for saturday... and exciting beige food for me.)

"hey m'toto ee-yay-ee-ay!"

no, kitten, you cannot eat my snowflake bar. or my hand.

work was boring as usual, but i actually made cph and i wrote a letter. fun times. i ordered some zines from pander but won't be recieving those for awhile, but i can get away with reading them at work while a novel is just to conspicuous. la la la.... most boring entry ever... i just want to type, guys.

"complications from leftover racisms, why does it hurt? start the roadtrip off with accusations, why does it hurt?"

i don't want to be gloomy this time of year. tomorrow i'm going to get trashed. and then saturday will be fun in a peaceful way (after bobo tard workness), and then sunday will be the fleamarket, and then hopefully people will play with me during finals week. yes?

"just saying it does it just smashing it crushes it just loving it douses it loving it douses it"

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