So I woke up at 05.30, without not even one tired molecule in my body. I got up, started reading the papers on the Internet, smoked and drank a cup of coffe (breakfast).
Now of course, the tired molecuels have returned, they’ve even called for backup.
It’s this whole “ex girlfriend – what does she want?” think that occupies my mind. I don’t now why I started to think about it that early. But when my thinking gets going, I can’t sleep. When I think I gotta be awake. I think all the time, therefore I can never sleep.
Most probarly, Im going to turn into a zombie. Will girls still like me if I become one of the undead? Will my family turn their backs on me, if they find out I don’t need to breathe. All this and many more issues on upcoming: Melancholic White Thrash!
By the way, just to let You know I still need to eat – I ate a bagel and drank a glass of juice on McDonalds.
Salary today – one can do things like that thoose days
av Max @ 09:19:32 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)