Tuesday, August 12, 2008

As it were, it seems I hate to have dirty hands, even worse, dry hands.

I also hate sleeping apparently.

I have decided that contact solution is a waste of money and I need to start buying generic.

Claritin has also lived out its utility for me as the swelling and hives often persist. I think I've decided that theres some sort of disease wrong with me, even if we haven't gotten blood work results in yet.

Oh, and procastinators never prosper. Unemployment can kiss my ass cause actively looking for and finding a job has no deadline I have to meet. Only the impending balance of my bank account. How does one create savings when they're paid so little they're living paycheck to paycheck? Must answer that one soon.

Until then, don't forget:

Vacaville is far, relationships stretch farther.
Boys must eventually become men and the clinging to ones youth is sad.

And

Love outlasts even ocho tostadas

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