i'm in love with a Canadian named dustin. (that is to say that i am in love with the spontaneity of life). i should just jump out of a plane. again.
on friday night, i flirt with strange ideas on the internet. i make meat in a crook pot. master mate. i listen to music, that of which makes my mind master mate. so i fuck my mind with a little more stimulation... if only the world ran the way i chased it. but i'm tiered of running. so i go to sleep. i wake up about 4 hours later, just in time to eat my food and receive a few "after the party" phone calls.
i talk to my friends on the phone at 2 in the morning about how boy's suck. or they should suck more, if you know what i mean. and then i watch the twilight zone. forever. because, at this point, i'm living in the fucking twilight zone. you bet your ass i sat around at some point and cried about how awesome my life is, too.
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