Woo Woo

Yeah, anyway, working away at the cube.

Steph at home with babies.

Aching to run around

Must focus on moment

Not cloud it up

With undefined wants

Don’t even know what I’d rather be doing

It wouldn’t be enough

Chinese food dreams

Twenty minutes of fulfillment

A lifetime of takeout

Eat Eat Eat

Bottomless pit

Can’t be filled

Always empty

I only hate something to feel superior, nothing personal.

Are these my thoughts, or my assumptions of your thoughts?

(ivebeenreadingthatoperahbook)

Mr. Drogenstein

Got to talk to Chad today.

He wants to work on an oilrig.

From war to an oilrig.

He’s gone crazy butch.

To think we used to call him Femme.

Like we were Gladiators.

3 day weekend coming up.

No plans, that’s the point!

And I am looking forward to getting a HUGE group together for the Indy flick!

Sunday, 1pmish

THE RAGER

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