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January 23, 2013 smearing blood on the faces of dead presidents
I have a poem on Michael Inscoe‘s ‘unsure if i will allow my beard to grow for much longer.‘
Also while you are there, read some more poems by these other good people:
Tags: banks, dead presidents, michael inscoe, money, pickle jars, poetry, unsure if i will allow my beard to grow for much longer
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December 15, 2012 PERSONAL LIFE UPDATE 12/15/12
I BUDGETED MY LIFE FOR THE REST OF 2012. I INCLUDED PROJECTED INCOME AND PROJECTED SPENDING. I THINK MY PROJECTED SPENDING IS ABOUT RIGHT BUT I AM AFRAID MY PROJECTED INCOME IS HIGHER THAN WHAT MY ACTUAL INCOME IS GOING TO BE. THIS WILL BE NO GOOD AND ALSO I HATE MONEY AND EVERYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH IT, I HATE EVERYTHING.
HOWEVER I FEEL IMMENSE JOY ABOUT THE FACT THAT I AM GOING TO MEET A LOT OF MY ‘INTERNET-BASED’ FRIENDS IN NEW YORK DURING THE NEW YEARS HOLIDAY. JUST WANT TO SIT AROUND AND BE IN THEIR COMPANY FOR AS LONG AS POSSIBLE (IN REALITY THIS WILL BE ~3 DAYS BECAUSE THAT IS THE AMOUNT OF TIME BETWEEN MY BUS TICKETS IN AND OUT OF NEW YORK).
I CAN’T STOP LISTENING TO THE MUMFORD & SONS PANDORA STATION. I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW I LIKE THAT BAND BUT IT TURNS OUT I DO, A LOT. ALSO ALL OF THE BANDS THAT SOUND LIKE THEM BECAUSE THAT IS HOW PANDORA WORKS.
MY STOMACH HURTS.
I NEED TO BUY A WEBSITE FOR MYELF.
I MEAN MYSELF.
I DON’T HAVE AN ELF.
I AM LYING ON MY SIDE IN BED AND TYPING THIS WITH ONE HAND,
I’LL INCLUDE A PIC, HERE:
I AM GOING TO GO SHOWER AND THEN GO TO THE MOVIES AND WATCH THE HOBBIT AND THEN I AM GOING TO GO TO WORK. AFTER WORK I WILL COME HOME AND SLEEP. WHEN I WAKE UP TOMORROW I WILL GO TO WORK. AFTER WORK I WILL HAVE DINNER WITH MY PARENTS. BYE.
Tags: hate, money, new years eve, new york
May 18, 2012 star tennis player
When I was 13, Momma and I drove to the high school down the street to play tennis.
She parked the minivan in the lot and we stepped out of the car.
She found $120 in twenty dollar bills outside of her car door.
I found $20 outside of mine.
Momma said she was donating her money to the Red Cross because of 9/11.
I said I wanted to keep my $20 and she said OK.
Sometimes I think about what my life would be like if I had donated my money too.
Star tennis player.
Raging philanthropist.
I played tennis in high school for 3 years and then quit.
God works in mysterious ways.
Tags: 9/11, cool story sis, donations, momma, money, not donating, philanthropy, selfish child, tennis
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