And now you need me and now you need me and now you need me and now you need me.
Start the morning with a little Jay Reatard.
Man to my left wears black docs.
It's very warm in the train and inside the outside world.
Now listening to some Hell Town Trio.
Palabra del dia yesterday was dientes. Which means teeth!
Today I want to ask about past tenses.
Right now is one of those times it would be handy if diapers were socially acceptable.
I got sparkly brains last night and Emily and I hung out in the garage (basement?). She played guitar and I made a crayon drawing.
I need to seriously start searching for a new job. I'm just not satisfied with what I'm doing.
I would feel more fulfilled if I were using design as a tool instead of being someone's puppet.
I would feel more fulfilled being involved in something fresh and exciting.
I would feel more fulfilled being part of a design team.
I would feel more fulfilled making hula hoops, jewelry and playing with bubble guns.
Quiero un tattoo. Don't tell mom.
New man to my left just kissed his Torah before putting it in his bag. He smells a bit like moth balls.
When you get a whiff of something rank do you find yourself inhaling to figure out where the scent is coming from? Or does your cerebro say Alert! Alert! Don't take another sniff!
Hi, I'm Jaime, and I take the stairs.
I smiled at a little girl. She's like three and has a couple gold teeth. Now she points at me while looking at her mom. Creepy. Creepier that I'm writing about? Who's to say?
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