written by owen on 2006-Jun-19.
I now have reached to the point where I do absolutely nothing on the weekends. Nothing. Not even study for the ridiculous tests I have on Tuesday and Thursday. My mind does not seem to want to learn anything, anymore. It seems bent on reminding me that studying derailing my persute of world domination. Chewing away at my lack of focus. Procrastination. It seems impossible to clear my head. It is as if I was in a bad relationship with a stripper and now I miss her and can't seem to find another one to help me forget. I tried praying about it but it doesn't help, I can't ask for anything I want. I am a C student bent on smashing the hopes and dreams of my lecturers. The drama really means nothing, I just ride by and blow your brains out.
My weekends entail putting stuff in the washing machine. Which makes more noise than a jet engine but I love it because it loves me. Later I check my personal and work email accounts to see if my stripper has taken a mere moment from her time to acknowledge my existence with a few bytes of text. Self torture. Nothing. Nobody sends me anything though which is good. It means that nothing has gone wrong since the last time I gave them some rope with which to hang themselves. The client is always right. May the good lord shine the light on you.
I usually find myself dividing my time between watching television, sleeping and checking email. Sometimes since recently I might browse hi5 looking for a new stripper. But it gets addictive and my eyes start to hurt. I fall in love with the wrong women. With issues. All I want to do is wash your clothes. The wrong strippers tend to like to throw their poo like monkeys and I hate monkeys just as much as I hate people that drive hatch civics. I still don't have a camera so no new pictures. I am not buying anything or leaving my house on a weekend until I get that car.