Summer and I share a love-hate relationship.
I love the warmth, hate the humidity, and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t already be on the brink of stir crazy, if I could find a summer job. Or were in summer school. Which I am….. it just hasn’t begun yet (that’s on Monday). It is times like this, when I’m sitting on my ever widening ass, pirating a movie (Groove, if anyone’s interested), that I wish I had more people to talk to at 1 am.
I suppose that’s the point of lovely devices like StumbleUpon and 4chan.
And the Sims. I’m pretty sure I would do some naughty things for the person who can find my Sims disks for me. I miss that game like my ex misses his balls. He lost those a looong time ago, though.
You’ll be proud of me, oh Beloved Imaginary Readers – I lumbered my tree-trunk-legs over to the neglected stair-stepper-of-death and proceed to climb imaginary (like you) stairs for 10 minutes while listening to a Bloody Beetroots remix. That’s the third time this week! Go me!
I have to turn my headphones all the way up to drowned out the squeak of the machine, though… I’m sure if anyone where to walk by they would be quite amused. Or aggravated. I stuck the death-stepper in the would-be dining room next to the kitchen. It’s completely out of place considering that also happens to by my studio. Luckily the only person around is the cat… and he actually likes it. His pillow head will turn to the left, his ears will twitch, and he’ll just stare at me. I love it.
Anyway, the music is what convinced me to look around for a Groove torrent – I used to worship that movie. Before I actually tried MDMA and discovered what good trance, drum/bass, trip hop, etc etc was. I’m looking forward to it.
It also got me missing Kelly – that would be my girlfriend – who is currently residing in Costa Ricca, getting trashed with her sister, hanging out in clubs, and eating sushi. I feel bad for being jealous and for wanting her to come back now. I’m glad she’s having a good time.. and I completely trust her… I just wish I were there. She’s a facebook whore and a camera is constantly strapped to her hand, so everything she’s doing is being clearly documented and posted. And believe me, she’s having fun.
I don’t know. I’m here, alone with the cat, chilling on the internet, painting, and reading. That is my life until Monday. Which isn’t so bad – it’s relaxing – but still. When ever she sends me videos of them partying it’s like she’s rubbing it in my face that I’m here. I know she’s not – she’s trying to share the funny shit they’re up to with me – but it isn’t funny. It just makes me more lonely. I don’t want to tell her that though… I want her to have fun.
I miss her a lot.
WELL. Hold up – the file just finished.
Nevermind. It was damaged.
That was a waste of time.
I’m going to go feed my cancer (it’s hungry for a smoke) then drowned my disappointment in a shower….. while accomplishing some other things, if you catch my drift. Ehh ehh?? (Psst… that means masturbation).
WOO!
Yeah.
Later, and goodnight dear Imaginary Readers.
-Nyn
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