Ten minutes of someone else's internal monologue.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

10:58-10:08

ahhh.  this mocha is good.  morning morning coffee bells ring.  another morning in the city.  what am i doing here? how did i end up here?  dunno.  well, i do know it all started when I came into the city last thursday, and then, well, then I got kinda drunk at lunch and well, I have been happy ever since.  last night, I laughed sooo soo hard, you know, when you get a fucking fit of laughter, and it is uncontrollable and it is great and hahaaaa the laughter is just unstoppab.e  i had a laughing fit last night.  and it was, as you might imagine, great, and with the added bonus of after the fit was over, i realized that I felt higher, that I actually felt like the energy in the room had been lifted up to a higher, and better, or at least lighter and happier, place.  it was wild.  getting high.  and what, you might ask, spurred this onslaught of up right stomach crunches, uncontrolled vocal expression, and a little pee in my pants?  mario kart on the wii.  I mean, its really pretty fun.  self edit self edit self edit.  don't tell them.  okay, i wont, I will politely change the subject before anyone notices that ha ha I can do what I want.  okay well there is a zine show and shop today in g g park, and I think i am going to check that out, cause I bet there is some cool stuff there and stuff stuff stuff stuff stuff.  i messed that last one up but I went back and fixed it.  tooth brush teeth  brush I need to brush my teeth of the sleep and coffee and fuck.  WE GOT THE FUNK.  give up the funk.  and, yup, I think I might be moving to the city.  Because I think the universe has been conspiring to shower me with greatness and working as a program associate at summer search is just what I am looking for.  and me, who they are after.  smart. determined.  successful.  really, those things are real.  okay.  again with the okay.  i think i picked that up from Mac.  yup.  pcu.  tattoo.  if you only new how I could not spell, I could stop being terribly ashamed for it because there would be nothing to hide.  yup.  

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