today has been a-okay, didn't get any work done for the deadline tomorrow. but I did talk to Boris. he's funky.
Boris has a band
AUTODOG [link]he's the singer I believe. check it!
"-I want to be a psycho pervert"
"-we already have a primeminister pal"
woke up with a friend this morning. tight bed. three hours late.
the weather is very nice. and the pink room distorts my vision slightly. so going out in the night with the effects of the pink room makes everything seem slightly better.
very slick.
gonna see Mono and probably Woven Hand this november/december. yummy.
there's probably alot more to tell and show. but fack it. my tired.
EDIT: removed horrid gibberish.
I didn't understand anything else you said in your journal, though.
the very same second you realise that it's pretty... dandy.
Those that cuddle always win!
it's even creepier when that shit happens when you're sleeping with someone else. wailing your limbs and slapping and flapping about.
hehhe, I was "playing" sotc with her. not as in playing the actual video game. but more of me imagening my hand was the wanderer. UBER authentic and very cool, I think she agreed. a very touching and sensetive moment,,, whenst stabbing someone and making the sound effekts of the spraying.
You know what's awesome? Sitting awake next to your girl while she sleeps, maybe watching TV or drawing or something, and catching her farting in her sleep. Girls + farting = hilarious.
alright fack it, I ran it through that horrible translation machine: Mine sons misery is a loathsome petty thing. As applies a grand knife to that scrape off its kvarblivna food. He is a testicle donor , for on him am growing them as dirt on gator. Had one gems on its at the back and chew pork with strawberry eftersmak. Am casting dirt on baby and yell as a bebis in pain. But he has one badly smell oriole heart. Bacon IN örat and swell hand , he resembles John Travolta when he sheep spasm.