It's Official: Oranges and Mint
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Pouring out your empty soul,
Dreaming of the good and bold,
Drinking in the sights and sounds,
The dreamer in the artist's clutch.
- Fictitious Source: Undeniable Handsome in Nature
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He told me that I was going to die an old lady lonely, without friends and homeless.
Yesterday.
Well, I'm not dead yet, and he still looks at me with those eyes that tell me I really am going to, if I don't shape up my act.
Someday.
One day.
But not today.
Screw paydays.
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Hahaha.
Rhyming is trés jolie.
Man, I am so totally wasted.
It's just that, you know.
It kinda sickens me.
It's not me, to do stuff like this.
It's all him. To think that I would go through his stash and find the will to sit here, in front of the computer and drink it.
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The vibrant sun, so light in death,
Does Juliet take her last breath?
Though she breathed it to her doom,
She went with grace to her tomb.
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O Romeo, stay thy treacherous hand,
In which your death hangs by a single strand.
Do not take thy poison that could kill twenty men,
Wait but a moment and your true love will rise again.
Kiss her lips but one time, amore,
And you'll live the day will time for more
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Man, I am the master at writing sonnets.
And, like, Romeo and Juliet is the saddest thing ever.
Except for maybe Titanic.
Yeah.
'Cause that's just how we roll with it.
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Haha.
I started to sing one of the songs that was on the radio (because I turned it WAY up), and Remy come downstairs screaming.
I think that he thought it was Jubilee and he would have an excuse to pick her up and ravish her.
He looked sorta surprised when he saw me in my undies.
…
I should probably put some clothes on, as he said, but the look on his face was priceless. It went all super nova red, and he started to get all smooth and stammered at the same time.
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I just put on one of Logan's shirts. It smells like cigars and shit like that.
I seem that I'm just stealing everything that he likes.
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Did you know that when you star at something for a really long time, your eyes get all big and round and shit?
And I mean BIG. Like HUGE.
Huge like the flying saucers in New Mexico.
Or where ever they are.
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Yup.
Still wasted.
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I don't even know what I'm doing.
I'm just sitting here, writing (typing to be exact) random stuff that come into my head and yeah.
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I am sooo screwed.
Don't know why yet, but I know I am.
Probably because Scott told me that I wasn't supposed to do this anymore, and he's really tired of explaining to me everything I missed during class because I was asleep.
Ha.
Ha.
Ha.
Serves him right for teasing me about it, now that I make it a habit.
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I, like, watched this movie called Ocean's Twelve.
It was sooo cool.
It was all, like, Con Man and stuff.
There was these 11 guys who were all thieves who worked together to be Ocean's Eleven ('cause there was this dude named Danny Ocean (?) and they call themselves Ocean's Eleven), and they stole something like a hundred million dollars in the last film, and in this one, they have to do another crime to get it all back.
So they go to this dude Matsui's place and are all like "the doctor fell asleep" or something like that, and they don't really know what they're saying, and then the dude Matt Damon plays is all like, "your neice is a you-know-what" only with fancier word and poetry and stuff.
It is hilarious.
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I thought it would do something, but the orange juice wouldn't do anything.
It didn't help that I had a mint afterward.
It's official.
Mints and Oranges DO NOT MIX WELL.
Kinda like Vodka and Tequila.
Kinda lame.
Lame ass.
Or something like that.
I think that I'm gonna go to bed now.
Oh shit.
I just looked at the clock and it's already four in the morning.
Whatever.
Gonna go have breakfast.
- Rogue
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Dedicated to:
Ocean's Thirteen
&bananas
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