I love Jack Johnson, I've gotten back in the habit of listening to him with a cup of jo' in the morning, playing some form of videogame before I jump in the shower. It's really relaxing. It makes me not want to go home this summer because this early morning peace will be entirely nonexistant. Well, I guess it's good that Jack is also very good for calming down after a spurt of anger. Now.... what would help that even more... is if Spanish Jack would come over and we could listen to Jack Johnson ...
Spring sucks. No, no it doesn't. I love it, i love the warmth and I went dancing around in the rain yesterday and it was super fun. The weather is beautiful... I just don't feel beautiful. I can't fit into my old summer clothes but I don't think I've gained any weight. I dont understand it, and there's something seriously wrong with my skin. I need to get it checked out. But I am starting to feel flabby/out of shape and that is re-fucking-diculous, because I'm not fat. And yet, I'm eating a lot of salads, vegetables, and excersizing daily now. Ugh. Kill me now.
My life is rated NC-17.
What is your life rated?
On the brighter side of my stupidity, we built a MOAT last night outside our door to go with the castle-esque "ye olde humble abode" ambiance. I'm very proud of it, it looks fearsome, especially as it is comprised entirely of blue peeps. Woot!