I can't Find Myself

i took sunday off from doing anything important i just wanted to hang out with myself and listen to music and do some cleanin - laundry - and capture all those dust bunnys in my room, they multiply like crazy. my house = DUSTY. fucking dust buster himself would have a caugh a few up before he got done with that fucking place. i have yet to actually do any dusting but i got all the stuff up in my room ready to go. also my version of laundry is wash socks and undies and t-shirts then the rest of the stuff i hang up and fabreeze. i smell fresh and clean today, even though really i am not. but who really cares if my trackjacket is a little on the dirty side, i like dirt, it don't hurt, most of my jeans have never been washed, i air them out after bar nights, again with the fabreeze. so whey am i telling you that i am dirty, well hell i don't know, must be the dust all up in my brain, well i am going to go look at nasty pictures on myspace and play with my dirty penis and dusty balls.