the cold

freezing to death is the worst death.
my fingers are the most cold.
i hate the fucking wintertime.

enough about that, leefers, more about...well, me.
i'm home now, and i've been greeted in a typical fashion. my parents are on the verge of a mid-life crisis, and my relatives are acting strangely. except nilla, of course.
i spent the weekend in west hartford, with my father, which was nice. he's a cool dude, and i was minutes away from my pals at ccsu. tonight i drove back to my mothers house, which is also nice, except for my sister yelling while she's stoned. the problem: there is not one fucking thing to do around here.

i plan to use this time efficiently, however.
MONDAY

• MORNING: study for classes, cash checks so that i will have $$$.
• AFTERNOON: practice my djembe playing, and perhaps catch up with some ol buddies.
• NIGHT: hang around my house, talk to my mom, relax.

TUESDAY

...fuck bulletpoints.
i'm doing most of the same thing, but tuesday night i'm going to see my cromwell friends.
LOCATION NON-DISCLOSED.

WEDNESDAY

no fucking idea.

THURSDAY

thanksgiving. i ask: thank who?

FRIDAY

i might just go back to uconn. fuck it.

SOME OTHER DAY

jerk off.

well, there you have it. my totally perfect schedule. if you want to interrupt it, just drop me one on the cellular or on the 'book.

anders, you have my mittens, you bastard.
-Jizzy T