have been busy w/ stupid ass work. only 2 1/2 weeks left.
looking for place to live. need job. need to finish last minute paperwork etc. need to make more lists.
had quite the redneck weekend. ignored all responsibilites/deadlines and went 4wheeling w/ my friend. i think we may go tonight... i am a great influence on him. oh, and shot pellets at bottles of diet coke stuffed w/ mentos. nice explosion.
have had limited access to computer at home and no time while at work. but stay tuned...i am still all over this blogging thing. yo.
love you lovely ladies!
katfart
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yes. we should start the parties now. we talked about planning them last nite. woooohoooooooooo! sad though in a way. splittin up the group and all.
woo your back.
where are you going?
oh wait is this cause your starting school?
yes. it is exciting now, like you said. starting new life w/ options wide open. happy bout that.
The barons of industry put inspiration on Hitler’s tongue, The next century crashed hard with a loud sound like a starting gun. It’s a race for acquisition and to make more things that glow, I got a knack for dodging bullets and flying zeros. So I act like I am rich, try and make it my whole look, ‘Cause poor people don’t exist, When times are good. Mozart’s foster parents put cigarettes out in his ears, When he got old enough to stutter he said, “I don’t listen, but I, I, I, can hear. The eloquence of traffic, yeah, the mill pawn sad lament, it’s a requiem of moments, I keep living through them. But where’s the monster in the closet, I can’t find the hangman inside his hood, I guess people don’t exist, When times are good. Dr. Oppenheimer winced when he felt the broken piece of his pacemaker, Unbuttoned his shirt on a subway platform, clutching his chest while his vision blurred. He saw the bane of his creation, the destroyer of the world. Yeah, truth can lead to solace, or a life long bender. It’s like wading through a wasteland, Where a town you loved once stood, You just cry each time you think, Of when times were good. Napoleon’s tailor dressed him in a giant hat and funny platform shoes, Saying, “Anyone can be a hero; you just gotta force people to look up to you.” So, when you’re talking on a hotline, to a suicidal soul, Don’t let your voice sound like hot coffee, More like a scented pillow, And strive for understanding, Over being understood, Just don’t let yourself forget, When the times get good.
not mine. my brother zeke sent it to me. i beleive its astonatalis.
wooo, the world is your oyster kate. for realz
"Yeah, truth can lead to solace, or a life long bender." - i like that emiloo.
yes teneisha, you are right. i would like some oysters right now come to think of it. mmmmmm.
"never let your schooling get in the way of your education" - mark twain
I kept that close at heart the whole time i was in college. Some times you need to realise that your going to learn more by going out and seeing some shit for your self than reading it in a text book.
good advice. think will tatoo to me forehead. seriously though, that is good advice. totally agree.
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