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I’ll be a little older by the time the weekend gets here.
You can take that figuratively, because I’ll supply plenty enough of that figurative ‘look how mature I am, I consistently write in a journal’ kind of bullshit as always, or, you can take it literally. In four days I’ll be four days that much older.
You’re already excited to be reading my journal. Look how hard you’re breathing.
By the time the weekend gets here, the walls to my room I’ve had since the age of six-&-a-half will all be white again. Everything will be coming down as I prepare for the big move downstairs. Granted it’s a small task, taking down the posters and the pictures and everything, but to me, it’s actually painfully symbolic that the world isn’t waiting on me. Times are changing. I’m afraid the Blink 182 poster I purchased for my birthday in sixth grade from Best Buy will no longer find sanctuary between these walls. The posters I kept from Yellow Boat will no longer have a place here, as ironic as it’ll be to take them down. Even the Chairman of the Board, Franky, will be taking a one-way ticket straight out of town; he hung out on the wall for a long enough time to make me look classy but he’s served his time. And yes, even Smoky the Bear carpet is moving on up, to the Eastside.
Honestly, I could probably talk a lot more, but I’m into this new thing where I only write a little bit down, so long as there is substance. If I wrote another long paragraph about 80% of you wouldn’t read it because you deemed this post ‘too long’.
That’s a good thing, because let me tell you right now, if there’s one thing I hate, it’s Jews, gays, gooks, black people, pretty much anyone ethnically diverse from say… me. And you know what? Mormonism is a cult; everyone thinks so. Your sister is a whore and your father, if you have one, doesn’t love you. Mexicans are lazy.
You can take that figuratively, because I’ll supply plenty enough of that figurative ‘look how mature I am, I consistently write in a journal’ kind of bullshit as always, or, you can take it literally. In four days I’ll be four days that much older.
You’re already excited to be reading my journal. Look how hard you’re breathing.
By the time the weekend gets here, the walls to my room I’ve had since the age of six-&-a-half will all be white again. Everything will be coming down as I prepare for the big move downstairs. Granted it’s a small task, taking down the posters and the pictures and everything, but to me, it’s actually painfully symbolic that the world isn’t waiting on me. Times are changing. I’m afraid the Blink 182 poster I purchased for my birthday in sixth grade from Best Buy will no longer find sanctuary between these walls. The posters I kept from Yellow Boat will no longer have a place here, as ironic as it’ll be to take them down. Even the Chairman of the Board, Franky, will be taking a one-way ticket straight out of town; he hung out on the wall for a long enough time to make me look classy but he’s served his time. And yes, even Smoky the Bear carpet is moving on up, to the Eastside.
Honestly, I could probably talk a lot more, but I’m into this new thing where I only write a little bit down, so long as there is substance. If I wrote another long paragraph about 80% of you wouldn’t read it because you deemed this post ‘too long’.
That’s a good thing, because let me tell you right now, if there’s one thing I hate, it’s Jews, gays, gooks, black people, pretty much anyone ethnically diverse from say… me. And you know what? Mormonism is a cult; everyone thinks so. Your sister is a whore and your father, if you have one, doesn’t love you. Mexicans are lazy.