Andy Yorke - Simple

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Smile for me, brother.

i got home last night and pretty much just slept. now it is 930 and i have way too much energy. i think i am going to make all my icons 2s icons. okay that's a lie, i'm going to make all the remaining space i have for icons 2s icons. this is how bored i am.

i came home last night and slept alllllll day. it feels good to be home. it is warm in here because jess is on another one of her baking rampages, and brian is nicer than normal. i don't know what happened while i was gone, but i'm liking this new brian more and more. he even fluffed the pillows under my leg. now that is service. i got my 2s cd today and it is remarkable and amazing and passed my high expectations. it has the potential to be the new tttyg, not even kidding. i am bummed that i wont be able to go sunday, but i've gotta heal sometime! work is being amazing about my injury, because i could call up the lawyers and rob them blind. whatever, i get sick pay until i'm well enough to walk around more normally. i can't wait until i don't move like a 100 year old woman.

just waking up. in the hospital. they say everything went really well. im exhausted

It feels like it should be raining out right now.


Instead, the sky is pink and orange.


Go figure.

So someone requested SWD as a rip on mp3share or whatever that community is. I will be so pissed if someone rips Sleep Without Dreams. SO PISSED... I MEAN COME ON, JUST ORDER THE THING. IT'S A GOOD PRICE OR GOOD MUSIC, AND YOU ONLY HAVE TO WAIT 6 DAYS. I don't know why I am so irrationally upset by this. Just, aosdf23rasdawe.

In things that matter; I have surgery in 4 days. I'm scared and will not be able to go to SWD CDR. This sucks. BUT, I will get to leave the house and begin to function like a normal person. Physical therapy will still suck though.

Why did this post all the sudden end up about 2s?

I just don't think things like percentages or dollar signs are ever gonna matter to me. Neither are ages or reputations or laws. Because, I said fuck all a long time ago. My purpose in life is to do what I please, as I please, and fuck you if you're gonna try to tell me there's something wrong with that. These nearly twenty three years have been such a great adventure so far, that now all I do is have the best time I can and look forward to the rest of it. And I hope you are just as hungry for yours.

tell your mother you love her.

HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO!

Today I am going to my friend's senior thesis exhibit! Awesome!

The thing that no one tells you about being temporarily disabled is that you don't start to like being home anymore than you did before. Nothing happens that makes you say, "Oh, being in the house 24/7 is starting to grow on me." Mostly, I sit on the balcony and read. The other time, I sit on the balcony and internet it up. The remaining time, I invite people over and get smashed, in hopes that for a little while I forget that I am in this place. I can't wait until I am better, because I think I am going crazy. I woke up this morning with a sore throat. I will not allow this to happen. I need dirty streets and rude company.

I've been spending my days working in a library, where I don't really work. I sit and watch the movies they have there, and no one complains because of my leg. If it paid better, I would work there forever.

In the later afternoons and early evenings, I've been drinking Arrogant Bastard ale with an incredibly handsome soon-to-be PhD, and spending my late nights with the 2*Sweet Kyter girls.

I want to be single and I think I'm using my sense of judgment wisely.

I can't wait to get this cast off so I can quit wasting my life online. It has been an interesting change though.

While I was at work today an old friend showed up. We chatted a bit and I asked her if she was dating anyone. It was pretty awkward when she told me she was dating a rebound that I had last January, someone I was once close friends with but afterwards situations just got progressively more fucked up with. I thought I was going to throw up, I hate those little reminders that make it clear I'll never outrun my past and all the bullshit people in it. COOL. There isn't anymore to read. Just 2*Sweet junk. Whatever happened to me not using this journal as a legit journal?

( 2*Sweet are racists, what? )

You know that Michelin man? The mascot? His name is Bibendum. You learn something new everyday.

Rambo was tite as fuck. 2.59 people killed per minute. Plus you get to watch Sly rip a man's throat out with his bare hands, and enjoy it.

I need a haircut.

Nothing is wrong and at the same time everything is. There is nothing out there for me. Not anything I have the energy for anyway. I've been watching the clock and thinking of last year when I was meek and timid. Now I am fearless and have balls of steel. Figuratively speaking. I have one person to thank for that.