  Its currently 12:32 in the afternoon and ive pretty much fucked over all of my daily ambitions. At 9, Brit came over and we watched kelly and regis until she left for work.
Then i continued reading "Boy's Life" by Robet McCammon. I've never read a book, that within the first 50 pages, I've been blown away. That is until I started reading this book. Read it DAMNIT! Now I'm listening the the A Static Lullaby LAUNCHcast radio which i have dubbed my mid-day medicine for boredom.
My Minolta is collecting dust on my desk-shelf. I'm itching to go take some b&w's. Oh, how I love photography. Nothing makes my skin crawl like a picture I can relate to. Oh, and a double shot caramel dream frapp from coffee cartel. yum. I should really stop lolly-gagging and day-dreaming and finish my aunt's ironing. That will put some money in my pocket. I've been throwing around the idea of silk-screening t-shirts for no-name local bands for a little extra money.
My mom has also been nagging me to go apply for a job so i will "have something constructive to do with my time". I'm definitely not arguing the fact. On with my un-productive day. Right Later Lads! Current Rotations: -song: the quiet things the no one ever knows -artist: brand new -album: deja entendu 
