4/13/06
My stuff arrived and I am pleased with myself. Now it's time to resort to a life of miserliness and get my shit together to find a new apartment far away from Colorado College. Right now raddidge is saying we might not go camping up in the wilds because of low temperatures and the potential for frozen precipitation.
My stuff arrived and I am pleased with myself. Now it's time to resort to a life of miserliness and get my shit together to find a new apartment far away from Colorado College. Right now raddidge is saying we might not go camping up in the wilds because of low temperatures and the potential for frozen precipitation.
uh
How the fuck did I fall behind on updating heptapod.org?
Damn it.
In Yer Dreams
It's a dream on a full moon.
I had learned the identity of the bicycle thief. You know, the cumgobbling fuckface who absconded with my former Schwinn bicycle.
Most of the dream took place in my apartment. A white sports car pulled into the driveway, its headlights filled my bedroom. The kid who lives upstairs, not the real one from waking life, was coming home acting like he owned the fucking place. Reckon Olympics Guy wasn't around anymore. This raised my hackles and I was running from window to window and constantly checking the front door because I knew this prick was going to break in.
Outside I heard me talking about how he stole my bike just to spite me.
As always, it makes no sense.
