BEAT ME vroom vroom BEAT ME.

"I cannot speak of what I feel
And yet I feel so much
I know that woman's arms can heal me
Like an angel's touch
She says she likes the accent
She thinks it's so polite
I think she going to like it more
When we're alone tonight."

he's crazy. he's insane. he's senile. BUT HIS MUSIC IS SO GOOD; swangy and furthermore quite arousing.
plus he's really attractive.

anyway, with that tribute to adam ant out of the way, i'm sitting here absorbing heat into my sub-zero body; i'm going to list some objectives of which anticipate profitable outcomes.

Objectives of which Anticipate Profitable Outcomes:

1. Remembering to squeeze out sponges after you've washed dishes and avoiding the urge to throw said sponge in a dark place, encouraging the act of molding.
2. Writing down steps to calculus problems alongside your numerical work.
3. Not drinking the last few sips of a beverage contained in a can. You do not know what's swimming at the bottom of that can. No one is going to miss those last few sips. Call it wasting as you very well have the right to; I call it SMARTS.
4. At least know what "poop" and "pee" translate to in Spanish.
5. When packing, roll your clothes up like a joint (and stuff socks and other fillers in the center) to avoid wrinkles. You should already know this.
6. Tell someone if they have a pen mark on their face. It's the courteous thing to do.
7. Dilute all excess noise and seal yourself with saran wrap and lie in your tub and then put on Royksopp so loud that the bass echoes off the saran wrap. This will get all the oil and poison out of your skin.
8. Reserve time to clip your kitty cat's nails every weekend.
10. Skip #9 when listing objectives.




I am so worn down, butcha'll still never catch up with me.