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You could be waiting for a day that won't come
| Wednesday, July 22, 2009 |
| high on life... and paint |
I feel pretty wonky today. Sick when I got up this morning, after I was woken up out of bed in a surreal sort of way, and late for work (again), then i sat in the paint cupboard all day trying to clean it out and get reid of the bad stuff. Until today i had never encountered rotten paint. It smells like vomit, fyi. Oh, and it looks like it too. That is if your vomit was bright pink... like after eating a popsicle and the vomit somehow becomes totally the colour of that last thing you ate. Great visual huh? You will never eat another posicle again. Or maybe you will, but you won't do it if you're feeling remotely ill.
Had a nice girls night last night. And by girls I mean girl, as I only met with one other person. It was nice, waiter had a nice ass... I'd go there with her again sometime.
I really want to write more but I'm afraid if I waste my time here I won't have enough time to get ready and go to the Jurassic Park photoshoot... and I miss them all too much to not be there. |
posted by Fucking Bingo @ 4:28 PM  |
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Name: Fucking Bingo
Home: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
About Me: You could be waiting for a day that won't come. And you could be so much more than you've become. And I have found my feet, 257 weeks. But you could be waiting for a day that won't come.
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