A day after biology lab seeing monsters in my mouth.

The John F. True Computer lab with Blue and poor boy. We are here reporting live I see a amn hello. I see a man with khaki trousers, a proud god knows what Indian. That looks like he just crawled out of a hole next to a big tree, he’s got a girdy smile on his face. Ahhh he’s dark Mexican I can tell by the soccer insignia.

His face is darkened by the hair that desires to envelope it.

A sweaty stink emanates from inbetween his legs as he spreads them, “ who needs to sit when you can stand and stand like this” awkward chess piece of a man, he should be wearing a robe.

Wel I had no beef with this man until he started humping is keyboard… what a bug head. Ash if his little humps could help him keep rhythm.

I gigure whatever happens. I have some insurance saved up. Spiritual insurance that is. And so I’ll be okay. Most people i’ve met don’t have as much insurance saved up and their not even half as worried as I am. So much for faith.

It has been a long day. Mr Mody made his way over getting lost 3 times. Pretty good for a burgeoning physicist. I mean We live on a freaking grid fellas, how hard is it?

Kind of cute girls in this lab, but they seem to have been somehow born in a trash chute.
I see them shopping for makeup at K mart. I mean it works, but it just is a little off.

Cory, my lab partner took like fifty freeking hours to focus her microscope. the squid would have killed the whole submarine team by then. She doesn't realize that if she wants to cut it she better put some fire into that focus. You have to have focus fingers and reflexes.

My chest is freaking atrophying. Blue says its okay because the whole body is just a piece of flexing atrophying muscle eating, crapping machine.
but still i want it to be tight and righteous. goddamn swimming.

I don't want to go. I will though, i allready look like a boy, if i have no chest ill look like a freaking gumby fetus.

My sore throat is hiding on the top of my mouth. Assholes are like that, they don't seem to know when to really say "it's over".

Blue has been walking with me and padding me on the shoulder off and on, Its good that he's here. sometimes i think he isn't. BUt then i say he must be.