it's spring break. i have thirteen minutes until i can leave. the kids are gone. i talked to brian last night. pointy sentences. i'm reading semi-pronographic comic books right now, as in, they're not porn, they're normal comics with occasional scenes of people having sex as part of the storyline. i wonder how the artist feels when he draws the sex scenes. it's one thing to HAVE sex, another to videotape it, but to take the hours necessary to draw it and have that long to think about it is interesting.
going to the mountains later on. i need to clean my apartment. i need to get a roommate who's the best roommate ever. dance classes would be nice but LOCOPOPS is evn better!
why exercise when i can eat popsicles all day? i'll die a short but sweet life.
this entry is total bubblegum; there is nothing of substance in here. but now there's at least a semicolon.
please rosa, clean the floor.
