my nose is running a 10k, my bones are aching inside out, and my heads stuffed with wet cotton.
my only solace is a Dora the Explorer ziploc bag of pills, and my trusty Nyquil.
oh Nyquil, how i love you so.
that stuff stone's you SO bad,
it should be an illegal drug.
i actually kinda prefer it to weed right now.
but you know what i really miss right now?
i miss a certain girls arms around me, legs entwined with mine.
yes, i said entwined.
cuddled in bed with kisses for company.
i miss my mom's cooking, fried veggie, omelette and fried chicken with rice.
that would be heavenly right now.
im so sick of american food, i need some home cooked good stuffs.
i miss driving around in a car, to my music, nothing but me, the open road, stephen jenkins, and andy mcmahon.
ps. i cant WAIT for ursa major, so thank youuuu!
anyways.
im gonna pop some pills, drop some liquid and talk to some chick.
later mater.
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some chick huh?
well, it didnt actually happen, so its a moot point.
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