Cool stuff brooke sent me

Sometimes I think she knows me better than myself.  She saved these things saying they reminded her of me.  She is quite literally, a life saver.  Cheers to Brooke.

 And she's cute as a fucking button!!



Now watching:
Black Snake Moan.
ooooohhhhhhh

Shoop

I'm that sort of morning tired.
Exhausted like I ran a marathon last night, but energetic in reliving last night and thinking about how fun it would be to do it all over again.
To make it my mission to find a party with people who are dancing.
What is it about dancing that you see someone's true self.
If they are too reluctant about dancing, especially alone, then you also learn something about their personality.
I'm talking the people who aren't afraid of shaking their freak shaker.
if you know what I mean.
the ones who can lose themselves.
Away from what their ass looks like as their failing about, or gracing about.  Depending on the dance.
This morning I am tired, physically, because i walked and danced miles.  My feet are tired, but thankful I let them do their thing.
What today brings around is a cup of coffee. A quality cup of coffee at my favorite little getaway coffee shop.  Far from where I'll run into anyone I wouldn't want to.
I'll get a cup of coffee and I'll probably get to talk to the cute barista.  Hopefully about music, or coffee because I can hold a mean conversation about the aforementioned.
This morning I realized that I need an iron maiden t-shirt.  I realized it makes no sense that I don't have one, and that I will acquire one sooner than later.
Also I am debating going back to SVP to buy that Jonas Brothers tee.  It's a guys tee, and I might choose to make it mine, but I also might choose to give it to one of my friends, whom it will make very very happy.  Shoot, I should have got it for Lucas for having that party at his house last night.
Maybe when I go back I will find that, and my Iron Maiden shirt.  Hopefully it will be worn into perfection.
Oh now I got myself all excited.

Cheers to you, empty internet, and the idea that I can spill my morning brain unto you, and you don't even try to stop me (but constrain me into this typefont square-thats okay)  That I can tell you all of these things and you'll file it away for me.  For a rainy day when maybe I'll forget how fun and perfect college can be.  Maybe at the apocalypse my blog will be the only one left to tell the new generation about my time (which will be ancient hieroglyphics by then).  And when they decipher and decode my writings, they'll hypothesize that genus: HOMO and species: ERECTOSAPIEN were really fun, witty people who dabbled in mind-altering substances, but mostly remained occupied by an overabundance of available caloric units, abused the non-shivering thermogenesis adaptation to vasoconstrict via alcohol.  But mostly were really learnéd, patrons of the arts, sciences, tattoos, and coffee.  Not a bad rap if I do say so myself.  You're welcome fellow specie members, I'll keep up the good work.  On behalf of all of us freaks here on earth.  I will not only wave my freak flag of peace, but I will immortalize my freak constitution for further generations ensuring that the freakness will not be lost.  Never archaic, never irrelevant, always fun.