(in no particular order) it rained last night, but it was at like 2.30 in the morning, and the alarm was long since on, so i couldnt go outside and force myself to finish the friken poem ive been trying to write since 7623BC or thereabouts. (beneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruel theres a fire thats just waiting for fuel.) god i wanna finish that mutha. and i HAVE to finish it by christmas, which is like, what?, day after tomorrow. holy omicheesebeans. (and maybe you can keep me from ever being happy, but youre not gonna stop me from having fun, so lets go before i change my mind.) BEANS.