Sunday

is the best day.

people often tell me I seem high or  spaced out and I am, actually. 50 percent of time my mind is occupied with important stuff, such as time machine or hoping noone finds that I spell checked machine.( I was wrong. bingo ) The state of my mind is almost euphoric, and that’s why I do things that my friends don’t get it.

I hate cat. and dog they smell funny and I hear people in LA is conniving ( spellcheck), well I think cats and dog is very conniving. I don’t have any friends who shit on my bed. yet. who you think you are cat? you think you can just territories and go through airport security without beeping?

p.s. this post has nothing to do with sunday.