My cat expects me to dote on her night and day. She is thus appropriately called "Princess." When I see her sitting by her empty dish, I say out loud: "Oh. Do I have to get "Princess" some food?" I don't know how she can control me, and make me wait upon her, but she is 14 so I will let it slide.
Anyway, it is Wednesday. Spring break is half over. I dread going back to school. I might just decide to not go back. There are plenty of jobs out there. I could even do illegal stuff, and make a lot of money. I could be an arms dealer. Not only is this a lucrative market, but it would be sort of exciting. I like excitement. I live for excitement. Yesterday I street luged down a large hill. Today I explored a crevice. Tomorrow I am going to BASE jump. If the police try to get me, I will run.
Pot, not marijuana, but coffee.
No parking, but I break the law.
Sporting the jersey. On the Phone. In the wind.
At work. Deep in thought.
Desperado, bitches!
Double bogie : (
Road signs are often confounding!
Just like Cortez
They were THIS BIG!
Across the table
My desk, where good things happen
Golfing it up.
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Go watch "Lord of War" before you drop out of school to transfer to a small Pentecostal College on the coast of Australia.
Alright, Charles, I've read all of them so far. I just thought you'd like to know, and there were all excellent. Now I'm going to go do laundry my the German washroom.
Now when you talk to your cat, does your voice change at all? Because if you say you babytalk, I might have to smile. I might have to smile anyway.
Does everyone contemplate not going back after spring break? Because I've also considered all the jobs I could get after leaving school, but I'm just not sure if I'm ready to make that leap yet albeit I never considered arms dealer. I saw Lord of War and since I don't have a sexy junkie brother (ah, Jared Leto) to hold me back, I think I can do it.
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