my friend matthew

fog, dog, log, frog, take a jog

I get a little every now and then, but much is better and that's what I need.

As the seconds tick by, I sit and wait for my girlfriend to wake up from her drug-induced nap. I honestly have nothing else to do other than this, so this is what it comes down to. I just recently caught myself dreaming about topics and actual phrases that would be exchanged if we were having a conversation. However we’re not, so who am I to stop a dream? Especially of my own…

I wish my hair upon my head would somehow, magically grow to the desired length and style. Because of its lack of cooperation, my mother cuts it. She uses a simple machine known as the Flobee. A vacuum attachment that you put your hair into and it will cut it for you. Ingenious, yet freakin' scary. Not sure if it's because of the amazing floppiness of my ears and the illusion that they will also be trimmed. But that thing scares Joshua.

"I'm waiting...." (foot tapping)

Chapped lips are unkissable lips.