I had this really werid dream last night. I was saving the Titanic. I had these towels that I was wrapping around these leaking pipes. To make a really F-ed up dream short I saved the Titanic and everyone thought I was the Messiah.
My alarm went off at 739 am (I have this werid tick where the ending number can not be even on my alarm). I woke up and had a very delightful day at work. Two people called out from work because of papers and college finals. I remember not to long ago being in college, working untill early am, having a few beers, typing a paper with one eye open, and nailing every final and paper. My last semister of my senior year I got a 4.0. Maybe it's because i'm the Messiah?
I leave you with a text message I recieved today from my good friend Quinn today:
"Tell Cur (Carrie in Yo speak) that u want to hit her in the face with some of your macho gazpacho."
1 comment:
I demand that you remove that last line. There really is something seriously wrong with your friend.
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