I just sat in a deserted-shop-doorway with the overwhelming urge to write my thought and the streetlight overhead promptly went out.
k, the gods took note, just as I wrote that it came back to life.
I hope/assume that the people (who read this) that actually know me also know when i’m lying. or, if not know when i’m lying, at least recognise that there’s a good chance that i am.
and those that don’t.. i’m obviously trying to alienate. like this one boy who only ever thinks/talks sex and can somehow relate everything else in the world to sex in 3 seconds flat. GOD THAT PISSES ME OFF. HATE IT.
but trying to alienate him thus is a waste of time.. I doubt he ever reads this ’cause I never write anything remotely sexual.
though I could! despite never
they must overestimate when they say one pill = 2 teaspoons sugar. ’cause i’ve progressed to 7 pills a cupp. I simply can’t imagine 14 teaspoons of sugar.