Wrote this last night after a long day of boredom, coffee, and beverages mixed with Everclear.
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Joel’s Freewrite 4:00 AM
Too many cups of coffee and coke today. Way, way too much caffeine. I guess I was wrong, caffeine DOES INDEED keep me up at night. Well…now that I’ve “discovered” this about me, can I go to sleep now? Please? I’ve been lying here for two whole hours trying to fall asleep, trying to get lost under that dark shroud of dreamland. But the sandman took then night off, it seems. Looks like I’ll have to go to the beach and get my own sand. Does that make any sense? Who cares?
Tonight, or rather this early morning, has been a definite conflict between me conscious mind and all those little devilish thoughts that crack their way into my train of thought like locomotive hijackers from wild west times.
Speaking of Will Smith…..I’m not sure why I’m writing this, I should be buried deep in the folds of darkness behind the stars. a.k.a SLEEPING! Come to think of it, I’m sure I could fall asleep if I had somebody to cuddle with. Seriously; it’s so much easier when you’re so happy with the girl you love. Feels great just to hold her, when nothing can come between either of us, in the dark on a comfortable bed (preferably mine).
Cuddling is great, and I’m not gay. I’m a lesbian, I like girls. Man, I just said I wasn’t gay, then I turned around and called myself a lesbian. What the **** is up with me? I should just shut up.
But I won’t because the tremendous force of caffeine and alcohol is pushing my pen. What? You think I’m awake? Pffffffft, I fell asleep years ago, after I saw Kate Winslet in “Iris”. God, what a beautiful woman; I must say, I’ve been in a trance since I saw her…..you know, in her “entirety”? Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t view females as objects for pleasure. No, no, I can proudly say, my brain is in fact 80% female, according to extensive survey studies. Yeah right! I’m a manly man….155 lbs of pure……what word were you thinking about? Muscle? Brawn? No, I’m more along the lines of NERD. Nerd, minus the glasses, + the good looks.
I heard my ex say nerds are hot. **** that! I’m a sizzling nerd! Why the **** did you break up with me? *****, your loss. Some other lucky girl can now experience my uber-nerd-sexiness. Only problem is, I’m having a hard time finding that girl.
Perhaps…when I transfer to that art academy next year, I’ll stumble across some beautiful and shy artist chick. Shy girls are always more fun, for some reason….cause you don’t think they talk much, until you get ‘em talking and it’s like, whoa sweet Jesus. It’s hot as hell that shy babes don’t let it all loose all at once, you know? There’s that element of surprise that is exciting sometimes….perhaps, I….guess so.
Holy pencil, I’m actually tired. **** this, I’m going to sleep. Nighty night, don’t let the sandman bite your balls. I hear they’re a delicacy for him. *chomp*
Too many cups of coffee and coke today. Way, way too much caffeine. I guess I was wrong, caffeine DOES INDEED keep me up at night. Well…now that I’ve “discovered” this about me, can I go to sleep now? Please? I’ve been lying here for two whole hours trying to fall asleep, trying to get lost under that dark shroud of dreamland. But the sandman took then night off, it seems. Looks like I’ll have to go to the beach and get my own sand. Does that make any sense? Who cares?
Tonight, or rather this early morning, has been a definite conflict between me conscious mind and all those little devilish thoughts that crack their way into my train of thought like locomotive hijackers from wild west times.
Speaking of Will Smith…..I’m not sure why I’m writing this, I should be buried deep in the folds of darkness behind the stars. a.k.a SLEEPING! Come to think of it, I’m sure I could fall asleep if I had somebody to cuddle with. Seriously; it’s so much easier when you’re so happy with the girl you love. Feels great just to hold her, when nothing can come between either of us, in the dark on a comfortable bed (preferably mine).
Cuddling is great, and I’m not gay. I’m a lesbian, I like girls. Man, I just said I wasn’t gay, then I turned around and called myself a lesbian. What the **** is up with me? I should just shut up.
But I won’t because the tremendous force of caffeine and alcohol is pushing my pen. What? You think I’m awake? Pffffffft, I fell asleep years ago, after I saw Kate Winslet in “Iris”. God, what a beautiful woman; I must say, I’ve been in a trance since I saw her…..you know, in her “entirety”? Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t view females as objects for pleasure. No, no, I can proudly say, my brain is in fact 80% female, according to extensive survey studies. Yeah right! I’m a manly man….155 lbs of pure……what word were you thinking about? Muscle? Brawn? No, I’m more along the lines of NERD. Nerd, minus the glasses, + the good looks.
I heard my ex say nerds are hot. **** that! I’m a sizzling nerd! Why the **** did you break up with me? *****, your loss. Some other lucky girl can now experience my uber-nerd-sexiness. Only problem is, I’m having a hard time finding that girl.
Perhaps…when I transfer to that art academy next year, I’ll stumble across some beautiful and shy artist chick. Shy girls are always more fun, for some reason….cause you don’t think they talk much, until you get ‘em talking and it’s like, whoa sweet Jesus. It’s hot as hell that shy babes don’t let it all loose all at once, you know? There’s that element of surprise that is exciting sometimes….perhaps, I….guess so.
Holy pencil, I’m actually tired. **** this, I’m going to sleep. Nighty night, don’t let the sandman bite your balls. I hear they’re a delicacy for him. *chomp*
