Take off that Silly-Ass Hat, Brian Williams!
So yeah, I suppose I should post.
The days make me sadder, more tired, lonesome. Where are we these days? I don't want to go home. I want to stay here. I don't want to do a research paper, I want to be lazy for a while. I don't want to go home, I want a job in Marquette. I want to have a smooth and fun concert this weekend.
That's right, Scantily Clads Lads playing a show this Saturday, I just hope it goes well. It is pretty much my only sunshine (pretty much).
If anyone knows how to get a job, let me know. I don't mind what it is anymore. I just feel like maybe being alone this Summer might clear my mind. Let me be lonesome all alone. I don't know. I don't know what I want. I don't know where I want to be. I want a women. But women are so person-ish, and I hate people. What's up with that, right?
I wish I wasn't so self-aware. That's right, some people are just way more self-aware than others. I don't want to be self-aware. I want to sleep. So tired. I want to start working out again. Why did I stop working out? Why do thoughts creep into my head at night?
Well, there you have it. Some sort of streaming-mind blog shit for all of you out there that might care. The end.
The days make me sadder, more tired, lonesome. Where are we these days? I don't want to go home. I want to stay here. I don't want to do a research paper, I want to be lazy for a while. I don't want to go home, I want a job in Marquette. I want to have a smooth and fun concert this weekend.
That's right, Scantily Clads Lads playing a show this Saturday, I just hope it goes well. It is pretty much my only sunshine (pretty much).
If anyone knows how to get a job, let me know. I don't mind what it is anymore. I just feel like maybe being alone this Summer might clear my mind. Let me be lonesome all alone. I don't know. I don't know what I want. I don't know where I want to be. I want a women. But women are so person-ish, and I hate people. What's up with that, right?
I wish I wasn't so self-aware. That's right, some people are just way more self-aware than others. I don't want to be self-aware. I want to sleep. So tired. I want to start working out again. Why did I stop working out? Why do thoughts creep into my head at night?
Well, there you have it. Some sort of streaming-mind blog shit for all of you out there that might care. The end.
posted by Dylan Watkins at 03:53
6 Comments:
you hate me??? claire
so yeh... you are going to be fine this summer... you have one job already...and you also have an interview.... this is all good stuff to be happy about... smile! :)
Claire
solution: blow up doll
you can talk to it and uh treat it like a person, but when you want her to go away, just deflate!
When you said blow-up doll, I was thinking blow-up as in explode. Which meade me happy for a moment. Now I want one really bad!!!
one with a positronic brain? what you need is a robot! as a student of cybernetics, i should build one for my good friend dylan.
you should write in your blog.... blog-face.
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