i feel the thoughts struggling to break free. i can’t get myself to concentrate on anything but listeneing to carious renditions of Guantanamera on youtube
and maniacally chewing my wrigley’s doublemint gum
what is it?
is it monday
is it the curse of rebecca black
beetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice <–voila she just appeared on my screen in the front seat of her friend’s car
what the hell man
where is 5pm when you need it