stack your money til it gets sky high.
i never though kanye west would be stuck in my head. jesus jones.
today i thought about the fact that in 3rd grade, i thought "black booty" was a hilarious substitute for a shitty library copy of the infamous story about the horse. and i'm still entertained by amy poehler's "amber" who rocks one leg and has a case of IBS. "that's irritable bowel sydrome, so take a watch bitches, cause i CAN'T." silly.
how/why am i still awake. & more importantly, why am i typing out a live journal entry? for i am an engine and i'm holding on, the world is all bending and breaking from me.
i hear beer & coca cola is sheer delight. any thoughts?