Though you know I live for more~

I ponder at the absence of spare time I have these days... It seems all my time is spent doing homework, or thinking about doing homework, or getting supplies so I can do homework better, or wondering if I did all my homework or when I can do more homework...

lol... momma pajama. 

Things seem to be taking a turn... me and this old man I'm living with, we don't get along all that well.  I guess it's just as well he's heading off to do his own thing next month. 

I try and be confident and outgoing but oftentimes I have my doubts. I stumble as much as any man... my whole childhood I was raised as the prodigal child with counter-redeeming features, so-to-speak... I was a bad kid with a good heart, or something to that effect... a good kid that made bad choices...

it wasn't up to me, what the shit I say
I sing like a poodle everyday
I feel pretty pushed
its remarkable to me that the very societies we see.  Never make mention in world history.   Lol.    I can move forward around this shit so I can continue to blog.   These stupid waves that encompass the essence of my interaction with the universe; it bores me so., dogg~

Though she make my body ache (and you know I live for more) I won't flake- nor perpetrate- I won't front or fu*k this ho~

Hey I just realized, all this shit is very dualistic.  Dualism is like the solid bush on the chaparral~ We want to be like the solid broccoli-esque joshua-bush of the chaparral.  That's cool.  But you know what's even better...

All we are is energy in motion, going through routines.

Now you're talkin pragmadualism or its friend. Hell, I should tell you right now that I'm just super friggin excited about this shiz, that's for sure.

*passes out...*

*...hours later...*

"Hey, you're no Bellsprout!"

"...But under Article 14 of the pokem-"