Tuesday, November 14, 2006
it is 1.13 in the morning. keyboard's making a lot of noise relative to stagnant surroundings. next to the comp, my dad sleeps on the floor. i (will) bet (with buddeh for all her debts) he's ending up on the streets in three years.
whether the blog's staying. i don't know. tagboard. i was bored. nobody's coming.
the habits have started.
a few times a day she'll search the four tips - so easily reached by her thumb. look closely especially at the middle one. the flatest. a hard layer's wrapped around that tip, and the two sitting beside it. the last and the smallest could have toned up further with a nice hardness.
if the guitar didn't break in two.
once a week she'll reach for the hand moisturizer. but she stops herself now.
serveral times a day she'll rub her fingers on edges of whatever flat surface she finds.
to keep that layer.
she wouldn't if the guit didn't break in two.
to record that was the sole reason why i came on.
i wouldn't for goodness.
a few hours of amath's exhausting.
goodbye!
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i love guns and apple chips. i have female anatomy. i dip my feet in materialism. but according to a gender test i am negative 25 percent female. ho ho! i like potato and cheese. i like food. i'm a fat ass. by now you would have realised this space is near to being filled up. nearly! here goes:
XMAS IS COMING! every month, every week, every day, every hour, every second, its COMING.
