fucking traffic

i usually censor profanity in my entries, but the alternatives [damn traffic... pakshet traffic... stupid-ass traffic... puñetang traffic] don't really sound out what i'm feeling right now. to hell with dasalgo but i wanted to attend objectp. that obviously did not happen. while sweltering in the jeep within sight of bicutan [but not walking distance*], i even thought of texting my friends so-called last goodbyes, a la frytz, but decided against it after remembering what i had told him last night ["death has no sense of humor"], and realizing that they'd probably have read my last post by now, the existence of which would compromise the feasibility of a believable death scenario.

now i'm off to the library to attend encomp1. maybe. if you have free time, try visiting poetry180.com. don't let billy collins' picture scare you off though.

sige ingat.ü

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walking distance: bj and frytz have proven that any distance is walking distance, but you know what i mean. 
posted by stani at 10:26 AM