Trying to split my attention at least 6 ways and never let on that anyone has any less than my full attention.
Love songs are never real.
They're always the soppy, overly emotional sort.
And if they're not, they're invariably about some very bitter breakup.
If they're level headed and non-fluffy bunnies about it, it's either a rap song, or a punk song.
My hair in the front is sticking up in this really weird angle... I don't *remember* sleeping on my face.
I need to send a letter.
I need a cigarette.
Happy birthday again, Wes.
I wonder what the beach looks like today.
I need to go workout. Beh.