i am so sick of being responsible.
what is it getting me?
broken out face.
sweaty armpits.
headaches.
8 hours sitting in a box while everyone i know is having fun.
and my mom just called to tell me that not only did she read my mail, but i bounced a check. suhweet.
arg.
August 31st, 2006 at 8:23 PM
cheer up, charlie.
i wash my face before going to bed. i use anti-perspirant. i try to go outside at least half an hour each day. i’ve never been able to say ‘everyone i know is having fun.’
August 31st, 2006 at 9:52 PM
Hailey! I’ll make you some rainbow soup!
August 31st, 2006 at 10:38 PM
I’m not having fun.
September 1st, 2006 at 2:17 AM
1. i take a shower twice a day and wash my face and reapply deoderant, but god has scorned me.
2. hells yes. i will suck that shit down.
3. dont lie to me sulkosky. yes you will be. everyone. but. me.
September 1st, 2006 at 12:01 PM
i rest throughout daylight, and not to mention the occasional waterblogging. I wake come nightfall, shower and wash thine locks, apply the antipersperants, brush my teeth. Then comes work, I collect souls for a living, it’s a pain, but food comes free with the job, making it well worth. By the time I’m done with work, daylight has nearly come, I head home, shower (dried blood is a pain to get out of the cuticles), brush my teeth (it’s hard to brush with no reflection), and comb thine hair, then make for coffin time. Don’t feel alone, the majority of us are hard at work throughout some time of the day, you will succeed in time.
September 1st, 2006 at 3:42 PM
Vlad, if you’re going to embrace your archaic-ness, know that “thine” is the equivalent of “your,” not “my.” I mean, geez. And if you really wanna get down to it, I think you only use it before a word that begins with a vowel, otherwise you use “thy.”
Seriously, Vlad. I’m starting to suspect that you don’t spend all night collecting souls and eating flesh. Admit it: You’re a Wal-Mart night stocker, aren’t you? I mean, the whole soul consumption thing is similar. When I’m trying to do my late night shopping and I can’t push my cart down the aisle for all the boxes and box-transporting-devices cluttering the place, I often experience a feeling of frustration and anger that is probably comparable to the feeling you get when your soul is removed from your body.
September 1st, 2006 at 3:44 PM
And because I forgot to put this in my comment that apparently awaits moderation: Hailey, if it makes you feel better, I’m most definitely not having fun.
Granted, I don’t have a hardcore JOB job. But still.
September 1st, 2006 at 10:26 PM
Vlad, I’ma fuckin’ keel you.
September 2nd, 2006 at 4:02 PM
thanks for the..um..support?