Sleep Deprivation

Sunday, March 28, 2004
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I ran today, cause my cardiovascular system has been shot to hell, along with my nerves, my eyesight, my hearing, and my sinuses. Last night I beat the living shit outa my punching bag and my arms are sore cause of it, wonderful! While I was running there was this Korean church BBQ or something, they were shouting in their language and it was quite a gathering. Chinese people don't do this, except in China, but never in a woody area. The Chinese gather in restaurants and eat thousand dollar meals. Hence, the world will eventually be void of resources due to Chinese business meetings. I think I'm gonna put myself on a strict regiment of running and boxing. It makes me feel less pissed off and its a good workout so I don't die of a heart attack in two seconds.

I need a break. (insert groan). I need a good long fucking break, like spring break, cept better. I need to goto Habuki and cheat them out of their money or something, then goto that crepe place next to it, which I promised Heather I'd take her to like 5 months ago, and just ransack them of their Nutella. Then gonna go to Balboa Park and beat the living shit outa those crazy basketball players there, somehow. Then pick a California Poppy and march into a police station with a video camera and see if they fine me. If they do, then they're gonna be shamed for the rest of their miserable lives. That would be nice. Then gonna run to that indoor rock climbing place at the end of Mission St. and climb that stupid free climb room thing, and if I somehow meet some people there that I would never think I would ever meet again, I'd make a positive mark instead of fucking things up. Then I'd fly to ocean beach and check to see if those "don't dump" sprays we sprayed near the gutters in 3rd grade are still there, if they are not, i'm gonna sue. Teleporting to Castro gonna find that Petco van with those giant bear-sized dogs and let them free. Yep, and break into that little mini-golf place where I won a toy magnifying class and break down their "no admission into store w/o parents sign." Happily, I'd glide back to CV and look for the elusive cows in Palo. Then hopefully, something climatic will happen like the Apocalype beings and the sky rains fire and/or I get shot or something dramatic like that. Yep, that would make my day.

I'm having these imsoniac-like symptoms. Tired but cannot sleep. Fits in with the whole theme of this joint eh?

I want them to put a homeless mother trying to feed 2 children into the presidential seat. That would also make my day.

DAMMIT, WHEN IS MY DAY GONNA BE MADE.

dotdotdot

lol, Annie influenced me on that. Shes a crazy one, yep.
Annie, I really don't know you that well, I only remember you from "fofosumm." But all I remember is that you're a thinker, oh yeah and the whole Matt Sy affair.
But being crazy is far better than being sane in this day and age. If I hear another comment/convo about how many skirts/shirts/shoes a person has or what brand it is and how much they bought it for and how the cashier looked, I will personally suicide-bomb the mall. Yep, but at night, because I'm contradictiory and pointless like that, actually at really late night, because rent-a-cops are people too.

FUCK!

Stephen at 1:31 AM


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