Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

All the bleedin’ way to USM, just to reach there and be told that class has been cancelled.
Cibai USM.

Rash jeta lik ot sja chet quis to

Translates from Toowee-toowee to English as ‘Lick that lollipop, biatch!’

Lolita. Light of my life. Fire of my loins.

August is my least favourite month of the year, second only to October. I wish the days would just dissolve and evaporate. But no, I want it never to end, this goddamned-pissard-conflicting-emotions month. Got a feeling that this year’s August will just be slightly more complicated than the Augusts of years past. But my intuition is always wrong. I still owe people a beer and a movie ticket because of goddamn France. Hope hope hope that they’ve forgotten they probably have, yohoho. Anyhow, this August might just fly by without any significant events.
Lord, I feel old. Remark from Thomas saying that I looked 10 years older the other night because of my goddamn dark circles did not help at all, no siree. I start to worry about the young. As in the young younger than me. And I start to patronise. And nag. And think that I’m so much more experienced because I’m three or four years older. When I’m no smarter than them in some areas of smarts. Lolita is just a distinction I applaude myself with. But no, seriously, it’s also an ace awesome twisted and wrong book. Anyhow, I hate reaching my twenties. I remember when I was 17 (whoa it’s almost 10 years ago for SOMEONE. Dinosaur relic!). I believed myself to be invincible. I had my fanciful and unimaginitive idiotic ideals, lacked common sense, didn’t posess much wit (as opposed to my so witty self now .. hilarity. At least I’m more comfortable with poking fun at myself now), worried about popularity and being well-liked and fucking bimbotic shit like that. Bloody hell! Thank god I’m in my sad worrisome dull-ass inspiring twenties!
I blame this condescendence against teenagers on August.
Also been pretty damn condescending lately.
Let’s make a ladder right here.
Whooooooooooooooooo.
I like being weird.