One million little pieces

TODAY I REALIZED THAT I CANNOT FUCKING WRITE ANYTHING I WANT TO IF I HAVE TO BE IN SOME SORT OF CONSTANT CONVERSATION WITH SOMEBODY.


i wanted to spend my time today at the coffeeshop trying to write some things that have been on my mind a lot lately...maybe even something lyrically inclined. i'm failing hardcore already.


i need some motivation.now.
i have a feeling it's going to get cold tonight.
i'm wearing a tube top.
and i close @ the coffeeshop tonight.
that means i'll be here til 11:30pm.
fuck.
let the nippin' begin.

also, followed a lead on some possibly free s'mores supplies behind pizza shuttle on craigslist...couldn't find shit....but i wanted them so badly. just to say that i got them. that craigslist worked for me. FUCK.

it seems to be quieting down, now. everybody is doing their own thing. maybe i'll be able to muster up some sick rhymes...or something like that.