I have a final in 12 hours.
I haven't looked at a single note or prepared an essay.
Why should I?
Hell I'm still not in the mood to show up at all.
I just wanna go cigar shopping.
And figure out where the FUCK my money went.
Probably beverages and whores.
Anyway, the short of it is, I've got new direction in wardrobe, and 4 new jeans, 3 new somewhat preppy shirts. They were a pre-graduation present.
Seems comfortable non faggoty jeans still exist.
I'm a hippy bastard with a somewhat rectangular build. So these things are hard to come by.
Don't know what I'm talking about when I say "hippy" ever seen me naked?
... want to?
uuuh... anyway-
point being, I like my 569's with built in condom pocket. Yeah, a couple of em were pre-distressed but they were a good color.
Fascinating, I know.
Clothes, cookbooks and tests.
*sigh* I just don't fucking care any more. And I'm still pretty drained from "Sold into priceless".
Whenever I feel like burning my hand, I look at my ex's Myspace page.
I'm...not here.
And I'm no one to concern yourself with.
Which is my special way of saying "someone amazing, please love me- I'm charming. Promise."
