today’s not as hot as yesterday and when i get home from school, which is after work, i'll be living with girls instead of guys for a few weeks or so: clean dishez and i wont be home alone while they're gone. I’LL BE SAFE FROM THE ALIENS NEXT DOOR.
no wait, i should let them get me - its my ticket out of here and off of earth. i can go and fly away and be so far beyond. Far, far so far from you, you and these 9, well 8 and 5 dwarf planets. in the black and way far out. in the open, open, huge and empty - full of infinity and dust and burning dots of colors. i’ll see other planets. i don’t need this one so much. let those creatures cut me up, it’s fine.
it was hot at 9:00 in the morning yesterday.
why do i have such fucked up problems with the things i like? take food for example. FOR EXAMPLE. nom nom nom. how does one stop loving something they can't live without? if you really do, do you? can you? DUHH. HOW DO YOU CUT SOMETHING OFF THAT JUST GROWS BACK? i ought to just slit my belly open, and that would be more efficient.
it’s fine though.
