sweetness, i was only joking.

work involved things happening in a garbage disposal that should never, ever be allowed to happen to organic matter. i feel less innocent than i did three days ago as a result.

we thought we never went anywhere, but it isn't true. we are very good at going to work and school and tidying up and doing homework. we are not lazy; we are only tired. and i decided that this is not bad, that it is no reflection on our character, because it only shows that we are the proletariat. besides, i feel so productive on these days. a lazy morning of eating pancakes and watching fraggle rock and the animatrix and exploring the italian market and being yelled at by boys leaves a whole day open for reading and creating hopeful schedules for next semester and buying socks and making mixes. i still may have time to wash my sheets and my whites and shave my head. this is why i am dressed like a boyscout.

why is everyone's favourite colour green?