Hhhooonneeeyyy, I’m hhooommmeee. Yes, dears, I have indeed returned to my ever-so-same town to rejoice in having all of my plans crumble like badly-made cookies. The life of Telea rages on faster than an angry and slightly emotionally confused Water Buffalo, and I, Telea, continue to direct this could-be-famous venture.
Yesterday was rather uneventful, consisting of…going home…getting a terrible sunburn…singing…hanging with Tristan and Jared…and sleeping. What a day…or something. It was really just a blur.
I feel like I’m dreaming now that I’m back. I mean, come on, sure, I was only gone for a week or so, but the honest truth of the matter is…I didn’t expect to come home…
So, we move on into lighter waters. We can see the bottom now, meaning we are all incredibly-edibly shallow. It’s all okay, though, because we are discussing zombies.
I was reading Newsweek today, at the dentist (aka the bringer of misery) and I read about that guy who was playing WoW and then he went and killed 77 people in Norway.
And about that guy who ate the organs of all of his lovers…
And it is all being said: bath salts.
Hey, I had bath salts in my bath water all the time when I was a kid…and I never devoured any faces.
Just kidding, I’m not ignorant, I know it’s a drug (mix) and not a friendly neighborhood skin-softener. And also just kidding, there was one time with a nose, but it was just the tip and I didn’t eat it!
Anyhow, back to the grind.