To the rescue.

Tippin the glass towards my mouth and the results are different everytime. Sometimes it is the liquid cure, sometimes it is the liquid curse. But it was the liquid cure.

Growing skepticism. This cold is getting to my insides. So excuse me while I occasionally bow out to keep warm, because I don't know if anyone can do that for me.

It's Wednesday. The other day in the car I was listening to this mix I made in high school...

Our weekend starts on Wednesday
And we will race the world to get there
Our weekend starts on Wednesday
And we'll replace that weight with grace
Wednesday great day
-Hey Mercedes

And Elliott fucking Smith, I hope you are wasting your days in heaven because you're there and you can.

Drink up with me now, forget all about the pressure of days, do what I say and I'll make you ok, drive them away, images stuck in your head

Sing it to me, Elliott. I just want you to sing it to me.

Gotta fix a few things. School, family, myself. You don't have to stick around.

Happy Birthday to my coworker Chandra that crazyass. And going to work is gonnabe fuckin wweird...damnit. =X