Wednesday, July 27, 2011

i don't even know

-Booking my flight to DC because I quit giving a fuck if I'll be alone or accompanied, or if my brother will have time for me or not. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. I'm doing it. Period.

-I'm tired as hell. I waited at the airport for two fucking hours like a dumbass since my folks didn't have their phones on them... and they didn't tell me what flight they were on. The only instructions I had were: "Pick up Mom and Dad at 6:45."
O...K... ?
I wandered around aimlessly, looking like a fucking terrorist.
I eventually found them at passenger pick-up.

- Tomorrow is verdict day for Tyson. I'm scared, but hopeful. His paw is about 3/4 healed. He'll be ok. He'll be ok. He'll be ok.

- I can't feel my back... is that normal?

-Luke Wilson: he is so fine and witty and smart... that I just don't give a fuck if he's a monotone. Really. I came to this conclusion last night as I watched him on Old School for the third time. He really does it for me. Fine specimen... at least in '03 he was.... he was... mmmmm.

-I just wanna sleep... forever... ok, that's me being melodramatic... but I do just wanna sleep.

Brain no work. Bye.

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