I'm not as think as you drunk I am.

Once Upon a Time, there was a little girl who thought she could write, but couldn't, so didn't.
The End
There should be parallels to my real life in that story but i'm too much in denial.
And if anyone was really worried out there, i'm not drunk at all, but what i have just realised these days is that my biorhythm is such that no matter how early it is, i still can't go to sleep before 1. Stupid Summer.
All lifes pleasures have been taken away from me.
Sleep- not allowed
Shopping- stupid sales force crap clothing and wrong sizes
Food- Too much available and too much time available
Males- Not present
Friends- Fun and whii but too lazy
Motivation- Yea well...
TV - *Meep*
Argh theres a bug stuck between the letters O and P on my keyboard. What to do?? if i ress the letter " " then i'll kill it :(  and if i dn't it'll lie there suffering :( cruel cruel wrlddd.
And now children, it is time for "Dix petits contes de la fermes"
Conte Une
Petit Cochon est coincé
 
Madame Dupré est fermière. Elle a deux enfants, Julie et Marc, et un chien, Caramel. Un Jour le petit  cochon avait très faim parce qu'il était coincé et confus Caramel avec un caramel. Julie et Marc aimait le jambon. Madame Dupré s'en foutait de tout le monde et se sentait skitzofrenique dans sa fèrme alors tua tout le monde avec une bombe nucleair faite maison.

~~La Fin~~
Morale: La Prochaine fois qu'une cochon se coince, mangez pas de caramels.

Yes french is fun, french is a blast but sometimes i feel it is time to kill the fun times with a bumper sticker quote "Grow Home made dope, Plant a man" (hahaha) took me about 4 reads to get it wasn't pro-stoner. Mais voilas quoi, c'est le sober state dont je suis.