survey says...

what a day. no poetry here. no nice words. just a rant about a day.

i woke up. went back to sleep. woke up again and thought i was late. i think i wanted to be late today. i got in the shower and just stood there. my water smells bad. i wonder if i can put something that smells good in it... hmm...

i forgot my salt. so i just stood there and let the black wash off. it builds up you know?... like resin in a pipe, or like... dirt on a wall. sometimes you gotta get that dirt of your shoulder.

then i went to my computer and i was like... man that thing takes forever to load... so i went and put some clothes on. then i was like... man... i gotta go warm my car up... but it's so cold. then i coughed and waited for blood to come up. i think i'm sick.

not like a cold or anything, but i think i ran into something while i was weak and got sick. haha. now blood comes up. maybe i should get some cough syrup and quit smoking. or whatever.

anyway. then i sat back down here. and i wanted to talk to someone. i didn't know what to say. so i just sort of. sent some words. i know what i'm saying is good and it's truth. but i'm never sure if it's the right thing to say all the time. these fingers are just so used to unleashing all these fucking words. but i guess words are very unnecessary. you know the rest.

i'm really confused over all. this push pull pushit on me thing. it's just so... over done. it's okay though. i sort of like it when i'm not about to tear about it. what a bitch i am. or well.

maybe i'm just passionate. haha. that's rare nowadays.

anyway. got in the car and left. so bad out. cd player doesn't like to work in the cold so i just drove and continued to try it again and again for 13 minutes. then it came on and i listened to hail mary. haha. gangster rap from 1994 makes me nostalgic.

then i walked into class late. then dr. yates loves to just talk forever and ever and ever. but that's okay, cos she used to be Mr. Roger's neighbor. so. i kind of like talking to a real neighbor of Mr. Roger's... haha. but she used to be a soccer ref and led the soccer program at pitt... so... i dunno. i guess that's where women can vent their frustration at the male race, in organized sports.

then i went to the computer again. talked to my mommy. she's so damn insightful. that's what mom's are for though. and i hope she's right about every thing, even though i know she always is.

then i left and called johnny. because while i was on the computer i got a little frustrated. i think it was that morning fluster of unconscious emotions. or maybe i just had to poop...

anyway. i called johnny and went to the park where he had five small children. well. ages 5-9. they get really mad when you think they're younger... i said 6.5, he said 7.5 and kicked me in the shin...

well... these little kids decided to peer pressure me into riding the sled... being the florida kid, the 6ft trench coated man got onto a small yellow sled as 6 people ran with him and threw him down the hill. little did he know there was a huge jump at the bottom... haha. my tailbone will never feel the same. it hurts now as i type this and move my ass slightly.

i love kids. they called me a pussy because i was hesitant.

blah blah blah, came home. forgot to get new windshield wipers. and then on the way home from the second hanging out with johnny i was going down this icy road and all of a sudden a stop sign manifested.

so i put on my breaks and thought. man. i'm so going to get t boned and die right here. or at least bleed a lot.

but all hail the mighty driving skills of mike...professional driver. as he slides his car sideways and stops right before entering the busy intersection. da da da.

noone was there to see it though. there weren't even any cars coming. just in the distance.

oh well.

i thought it was pretty stunt.

now i'm here. waiting to cough up blood.

so. anyone who made it through this.

the light at the end of the tunnel maybe be you,

good night : )

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