in 5.

tomorrow
promos start!
surprisingly
i dont feel nervous
or like im going to
get fucked
by gp
even though i know i would.

while everyone else is happy
mugging their dicks off
im blogging
and reading blogs

while everyone else is revising
TAS, TEET, BIRD
im reading talkingcock.
at least im not surfing porn

yesterday they is be mug
at gloria jean's marina square
i is be slaxing around
walking around
humping around
anything but
really mugging

somehow ive resigned myself
to a report card of Cs and Ds and Es and Sses and Us.

and if im going to get them
i want to deserve them.

somehow
all that i know
is that
promos,
end

in 5.