I'm tired of posting shit I am not even interested in.
LAP was fun.
But I ain't gon always talk about it.
One day of excitement and that is all.
I , like the weather, change ever so rapidly.
Even before you can snap those fingers.
Act, I'm not feeling quite well today.
My body feels uncormfortable.
And based on my emotional equation, uncormfortableness = grumpiness.
I don't even care if "grumpiness" is not an actual word.
I'm writing without the internet and my ancient dictionary.
I can't check it up.
And when I get back home, I'll be too lazy to check it up.
To make my bad condition even worse, I drank an expired muhfukkin 100plus.
I took 5 big gulps.
It tasted weird.
Sour and yucky.
I thought it was my tastebuds acting up.
But then, I looked at the can's butt.
Screw this crap.
Best before 13/02/2013.
Fish you.
I'm dead.
I wanna go home.
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