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look at my fingers. all bleeding and scratched. As if anything I was working on could get me through that. like finding sense in a Pauly Shore movie. Like a ticking clock. it all just ends up right where it started. Who came up with the word "Thank"? What the fuck does "Thank" even mean and why is it so important to give and receive "thanks". fuck "thank". I hate "thanks". I hate the feeling of just being "thanked" now that I have said the word so much... it sounds so weird to me. you know what's fun to do... look in a mirror and say hello. just say it like normal. Say it like the person in the mirror is someone you would say hello to. it's fun. ****************************************** you know what else is fun? mushrooms. I love mushrooms. I want to feed them to the world. i think we should outlaw alcohol and instill new laws for mushrooms. ****************************************** I just got offered a spot on my friend's uncle's job in Alaska working for his t-shirt company. I kinda want to choose that over disneyworld (p.s. I got a job at disneyworld) ****************************************** I have been reading Slapstick..that's why I am writting in this short attention span theater kinda way. ho-hum. you would like the book. ****************************************** I wonder who I write this to. I wonder if there is a picture of someone in my head that is reading this as I write it. There must be because as I wrote that a mental image of some girl came into my head. she kinda looked the way Anne Frank does in that picture on the cover of her diary... how fitting. ****************************************** I haev been writting again. I have been putting less sugar and cream in my coffee. These days... I am working my way towards black. ****************************************** I miss Sara and Cheryl. I miss Sam and Taylor too. Strange. I know. I miss california and the feeling of having no problems there. I come back to Utah and it is filled with nothing. A mound and a pile of nothing. I was walking down the street last night and I noticerd that there was no one else walknig on the street. There were cars going places, but no one was stopping around me. The stores all looked dead and the feeling was empty. This is the story of a average kid in an average town. ****************************************** Oliver Zenger is home from his mission. He is amazing. I love his everything. I missed him a bunch and I think that I am going to have a lot of fun with him now that he is home. he taught me that if you drink a soda can half way, you can tip it on it's side and it will just hang out. what? I know... you are totally amazed. well... "thank" you for reading this. "Thank" you you mind-maker-uppers. Dr. Seuss called. He wants his words back. |