curbdrop out of grace

every sound it breaks

i did not see you there,
cause everything's unclear,
the lines drawn in dirt,
make my senses worse.


couple of things: one, i took a shit this morning/afternoon upon waking up and my poop was relatively solid yet was fuzzy. FUZZY like a navel, like a peach, your your mom's mustache.

apparently, the equation is: 9 cigarettes the nite before = fuzzy poop

try it. and if you don't like it, return it within 30 days for a full refund*

*there is a 100% restocking fee

also, my dad just came back from india on a business trip. while he was there, like on day 3 or something, one of his coworkers got the unfortunate news that his 30-year old son died in a car accident back in the states. so he rushed back home. so then my mom was like, what if phil/me and/or eric/my brother died in an accident, would we have been able to contact my dad because my mom didn't have a hotel name or number to reach him. my dad goes, "well you could have called the company and they would have contacted me as they know where i am on the BUSINESS trip."

so then my parents began arguing for a while about this all with my mom saying it's irresponsible for my dad to not have provided contact information of any kind. my dad's like, whatever biatch.

and the whole time i'm thinking, how about this, let's just not plan on dying while he's on a business trip. and if we do die and it's completely unplanned, then oh well. there's a bigger point in the whole mess should one of us die.

missy's in town. gotta get some shit done. bye.

oh my new phrase instead of "good nite" or "sleep sweet" is "have a nite".

posted by fillshe @ 1:22 PM