Jumping Around Like an Idiot



I get to go home in the morning! I am bouncing around this apartment like a fucking Bumble Ball.


Remember me?

What can I say? I have been cooped up like a chicken for days on end. Then I get a break, can go out, but the only place to go is to school (or WalMart or Ikea), carefully. 

But wait! Only one day of school, because damnitalltohell, it frackin snows (or ices) over the whole area. Again! And the city shuts down. Again! So, no school. Fuck!!! (You'd think these North Texans would have snow plows to handle this shit! Or would at least have them in town since the Super Bowl was here in frackin February!)

But who cares, cause I get to go home in the morning! (That was a song, for those who missed it the first time.) Back to the coast, like a sane person.

So, I just wanted to get that off my chest, cause I get to see my peeps for a few days (Valentine's Day included, kinda). I have to be back here for class at 0930 Monday morning, but who cares!?! I get to go home in the morning! (I really must come up with the proper tune to go along with that.)

So. Have a fab weekend. Don't work too hard. Enjoy the ones you love, and use the ones you don't (Just kidding - maybe). Cause in the end, it's not who loved you, but who you loved.  Okay. Maybe it is who loved you. But for the soul, it is better to love than to... Okay, I need another drink because this is not really making much sense (And I'm having a hell of a time typing, btw).

I'm going to see the ones I love in the morning!

Peace.

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