syncopation time

i want to stress another area of my life out. maybe i could work on not being so goddamned late all the time. maybe i could try to call my out of town BFF's a bit more often. i could let loose a few OCD's. vacuuming twice a day, having to align papers in an exasperatingly linear plane. yeah, let's give this a go. what will happen to all the papers, the dust, the cat dander, the dirty dishes, the unmade clothes. will i make it? more importantly, will the world keep spinning?

fuck this. i'm going to eat some taco bell and watch Girls Next Door for the next hour of my life.