prosthesis.

If you asked me right now, i'd say in general my all over look is coming along ok. I'm walking a fine line of high fashion and medium to high hatred for fashion. But benerally speaking, it's coming along. My idea of a look i may or may not be going for is coming along well. There are a few more things i need to pick up, but i have to make my way to the mall, and a b-day is coming up, and i spent over a 100 big ones today anyway on food, clothes, candy, booze, more food, dessert, gas, more food, and more booze. It's casual though, my cell phone can wait. eggs and potatoes were more (are more) important. and that b-day. big ups and my tired eyes. get so swelled and red. and the things we said. resonate. normally i would buy a pack of cigarettes and drive around or something. instead i opted to buy a song i like off of i-tunes and look for pictures on the internet. and in some long, long, fucked up ride home i am still pretty far away from figuring it out at all, but it happens, and time slinks by, and i guess i'll wake up tomorrow, and i'll maybe get up and get out of the house. If it were up to me i'd tip the couch on it's side, buy a case of beer, turn off my phone, sleep on a pile of dirty clothes, write 12 pages in my notebook, call in fucked up to work, read old magazines, watch that movie, and all the other things people with a point to make might do. or shit, i don't know. i'm gonna wash my face, go to sleep with my swolen eyes, wake up, and get this fucking thing going.