getting older

i regularly tear up the fabric of the gore vent men while placing limited sacraments upon puddly pedestals. i raise my milk glass to the whispy throes of cryptozoologial kingdoms.
i write a lot of hoo hah and would like to brew vodka but don’t know exactly how. i don’t know why my autobiographie is not yet written even though i’m still living it i could have written a lot of events that may or may not happen?

i vow to stop talking about my obsession with caffeine. let’s move on for now. right, back to the topic at hand: now that i’m older i care a lot about politics- so i am a faithful viewer of the daily show / colbert report duo. i heart it and that means it’s like passion fruit to me. 98% of other tv is terrible to me. but i am still weak so i still fail. i actually never fail, i just learn opportunity occasion. i may not look as good as i used to but i don’t care- i do like to make fun of or help the girls/woman who degrade themselves on myspace or the facebook degrade themselves further by viewing their near-pornographic photos and lives. well, i guess that’s overboard, but you know what i’m saying if you’re not a hizzo and you’re over the hill (anywhere from 21-25 and up into the ages no one wants to talk about). maybe i’m just jealous and maybe i know better.
i think it’s a wisdom with age thing. because i am almost the big mid-hill hill minus a year (this december. if you know what i mean).
i’m getting older and i don’t mind. i think i’m moving into my first own apartment with my friend carlabean and we are going to rock the socks off apartmentizing. you know how it goes if you’ve ever been there.
i’m boring us now. so goodnight. sleep tight. let luna fly in your dreams and horsebird bite.

vivian will tell you about getting older later. right now she’s busy learning english.