lead shredder II.

sean claims to be making breakfast in the morning. but he says it's at 6:30. and he's not gonna wake me up. which means for the first time since last summer, i have to will myself out of bed at this wonderful time (i'm serious i love actually getting up this early) for an actual justified reason. YEAH you wish you were me (hugs self).

me'n deej had the giggle fits. nobody can ever know why. but one day you'll know. (taps nose knowingly). but not now. nor ever.

but you should know, that thursday night was a fantastic night. the good ones always brew out of plans that weren't made yet. and the ones that were made were just... disregarded. or shooed away by police. into an unexpected tizzy of frazzled excitement and plan-grasping. complacent social desperation is a wonderful enabler for the extroverted introvert. ...

that sentence was complete bogus. not that thursday wasn't fun, but because i sacrificed cohesive sentence structure for a chance to latch words together in hopes that they would made and produce sentence babies. these were the condom babies that were not planned.

(shoots flaming arrow into the air) let's play THIS game.

then drool a little.