for some reason, i just want to eat ramon, like all of the fucking time. my mouth is that stupid waterfall that canada and america "share" because i'm thinking of those salty, meat flavored noodles! Niagara falls is my mouth when i want taco bell and top ramon. whatever... i'm fucking eating fruit because i don't have to boil water or find a fucking taco bell. honestly, dell taco is where its at. they have cheese cake. i love pie. yum.
speaking of pie... or not at all... some rando on the bus put a ski mask on and started to eye fuck me. i liked it... sort of how i like pie. yum. meat pie. yum
speaking of meat pie, i had chicken fried steak this morning and then i lost my left overs! i bet some jerk off threw them away. which is probably what i would have done after i left that shit in my fridge for a week or so.
also, i went to a movie for the first time... i have never been to a movie, EVER! hahaha. ya, no. what i meant is that i have never been to a movie all by my lonesome. today changed that statement. i have now crossed the lonely line of the life of a loser... i went to a movie with me and myself and i and no one. catfish. we all need a catfish to keep us well and ready for other people to eat us. eat me up, for i am the cod and the catfish.
thank god i had finals... or you would have never experienced this lonesomeness =) although ... i still am curious about the catfish. i caught a catfish once. a competition i won ~ thankfully i found an amazing fisher who boosted my luck. "peach pie, chocolate custard pie, pumpkin pie.... well your just a peach, a princess peach!" left overs, always leaving them... your notorious act with boxes full of meat.. leaving them that is. BOX full of meat = meat pie? yeah? so -Quarter- boy ... yea that's right ... he was in my dream last night. crazy enough - kicking and punching me because he wasn't getting his way. my subconscious knows whats up. quarter boy ... apparently i wasn't strong enough - or i would of killed him. but instead there was a moment where he pulled a gun out and pointed it at me! really cool house i had though. i was woken up by the alarm that was supposed to get me up and ready for my finals tomorrow --- yea right - i specifically wanted to revisit my dream, and i did - all to have quarter boy wrecking it. what the hell. and i felt bad calling the cops. i have to tell you the rest of it in full detail =)
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