good lord i’ve been passing the day thinking it’s monday. when in actuality we have 40 hours left. and i just wasted a whole day, in my mind. call me bee squared
if i sit really still it feels like i’ve floated out of my body and then nothing at all! nothing is good considering my sicky symptoms have been plaguing all week. oh there it is again, no nerves, very blank. like if i played that game to see who can not move/talk i could go forever. or maybe that’s what they call sleep. gonna go do some of that
also! happy birthday stu[ey] art murdoch! a humble homage, to hide the bitter fact that you’re old enough to be me dad. so that makes me just one star crossed lover and him uh a person
Guilty: Mister Steel Innocent: Beesquared
Long Term Crimes: being dull, egotistical, ignorant, teaching crappily, talking like a bad teenager, coaching football, taunting the innocent, not knowing who the pixies are.
Short Term Crimes: teaching different classes every year so said innocent always gets him. three years. make up your mind, you silly stupid man. no more thinking i’m buddhist, no more calling the vines the hines, no more football anecdotes.