Wednesday, January 21, 2009

I don't got time for your cuckoo clock.

Walked around my old high school today. I had to pick up my little brothers transcripts, and some how weaseld my way into a visitors pass.
Everything was the same and I (coincidentally,) ran into my old English teacher from
freshman year
She remembered me and said "Are you a writer yet?"
"Not yet."

Saw my Junior and Senior year English teacher.
He looked me up and down "are you really engaged?" a stuttering whisper, a smile. "No, it's just a promise ring."

In the past 24 hours
Two houses have burnt down within a 1 mile radius of my house.
Freaked the fuck out

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