Three days worth of chain-smoking later

the guilt still clings on like an old lover. uuurh. trynna coax some sort of emotion, mind. guilty guilty guilty. i'm thinking about dumping all Pharrell Williams related songs into one folder on Null's comp. damn Pharrell. you wanna talk about a fine ass, that one's an example. coz i just want you to know that you are really special. i used to be so obsessed with that Beautiful song. scrape Snoop Dogg ok. his 1st love song or not, who really cares when there's Pharrell? i remember once i had a dream about boomin granny and everytime i recall that dream this song will always come to mind. heh heh. it's about me attending his party at his place or something. very the I Need A Girl-esque setting. nice indeedy. so the cover letter got ripped off and the resume is the kinda thing you wouldn't even wanna waste a glance on. where does that leave me? nowhere, of course. i need to get psyched. inject some kind of interest in getting a j-o-b. later we're gonna roll... yeh!!! but i hope Lurp's not in one of her whining funks. another one of them things that can kill the brain cells faster than years hooked on marijuana. we gonna check our inbox in the morning for some sort of reply, transfer some mp3s, watch some DVDs and then we gonna thrash Mt Batten.