as in sleeping.

or getting work out of the way.

but nope. here i am. and here i'll remain. maybe to sleep. a little nap, you see.

some people call me an elite rebel.

heh.

i would love to be in an airport right now. waiting.

either to go or to pick someone up.

when i get old i'm going to have a job where i can just go on a whim.

oh the dreams of a crayon.

do the crayon chachacha... dun de chachacha.... cmon now chachacha...

everytime i see someone throwing up a goldfish i think of martine.

of course, i dont tell her this.

because, you know, she might hit me.

and i bruise easily.