the token airhead of every all-female travelling quartet.
sticks and stones may break my bones, but you could never hurt me.
its not everyday you're forced to deal with the bizarreness of female appetites. and in accompaniment, the harsh reality of first impressions. i must admit, it was disconcerting for a moment. sometimes you just have to look past the beaming faces and kind of observe the suspicious movements of the shadows that linger in the background.
was blatantly ebaying in class today and spent a pauper's bomb on several totally unnecessary necessities. what am i talking about ? i dont know. for some reason, i cant work the motherfuckin' paypal so it seems there will be some delay in the delivery of my impulsively-bought shit. this online retail phenomenon can get so terrifyingly addictive. i found myself bidding for completely useless objects, one of them being a tiger beer lamp. thank god i got outbidded because i woudlnt have known what to do with the ugly piece of shit if i'd won.
previously, the underlying issue was primarily the fact that i had disassociated myself so well that i practically morphed into something of a social recluse. with the help of effective communication and a certain level of trust, a couple of enlightening revelations were made this time around. my first thought was that i had to do something about the negativity that i was apparently exuding. but after some thought, i decided, fuck 'em.
anyways, ignore my late night absurdness. half the time i know im being awfully incoherent. but this sort of shit comforts me for some equally absurd reason. there is no explanation for why i enjoy talking to myself and publicly making known my completely senseless thoughts. its really the result of a severe lack of verbal jousting. ok 'verbal jousting' sounds fucking pompous. but the juvenile gabfest and lackluster exchanges are really starting to make me wish for perpetual silence.