It’s August 28, 2008. Thursday. 12:10 noon, very hot.
It’s breaktime and my mood for lunch hasn’t dropped by yet. I ate hotdog and java rice for breakfast with lots of Heinz Ketchup. I need fries damn it. I’m listening to that (epic-fail) Home station, on the radio of course. I’m hearing this song for a good ten years and I still can’t get the title stuck onto my head. It goes like “dum duh duh duh..You’re damn free..I’m yooooursss”. Anybody have mercy on me? I need to know the title for the nth time.
I just burped and it smelled hotdog-ish. I want to eat but I’m too lazy to even get up my chair. I’m thinkin of a lot of things, and I can’t even name one thing from what I’m thinking.
I looked into the mirror and saw my eyes are smudged with blue eyeliner. My make up is slowly creating a murky abstract figure on my canvass-face. I look void despite my pimples. Yeah pimples. I hate pimples. I hate periods coz I always break out into red, fat, pimples. So now i look like a tomato sprinkled with sugar. Looks sweet but it’s never nice. Especially if you don’t like tomatoes and sugar.
My stupid phone is not ringing. or rather, my stupid best friend is not texting me. I’m going to punch him good when I see him tonight. for now, I really have no idea what I’m thinking.
Is this the proper way artists think? I think I’m being a retard.