Feb 17, 2005 04:00
Someone bought me a really cool gift for this whack ass holiday that just passed. Why would they do that?! Now I feel obligated to get them something in return of equal or greater value and I haven't the slightest on what to get them. You know, if they really loved me they'd get me crap! On a lighter note:
I saw "Meet the Fockers" yesterday. Very funny film. Dustin Hoffman was a fucking riot and Barbra Streisand has some great tits for an old biddy.
Felicia's still playing her fucking games trying to make me someone I'm not. She's managed to become an annoyance but I can't think of how to tell her to just... Forget about me? I don't want to be a dick about it and I don't want to hurt her and yes, part of me still wants her in my life. Mainly the lower part of me but thats not right either. I don't know. what would Jesus do?
I'm trying to quit smoking again. Right. Lets see how long that last's.
Lastly; my friend who we'll just refer to as "Six-2" might have to do nine years. Trafficking charges and what not. He did six months already then got out on bail. Now I say if this cat is such a danger to society why let him post. The mans totally flipped his life around so leave him the fuck alone. Man? He's not even old enough to drink. Poor guy. And now someones trying to kill him. The past really does catch up with you folks. Let this be a warning. One problem at a time though. I don't think I'd make a great attorney so its off to problem #2. Eat or be eaten, that's what I say. And I'm hungry.