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I can think about anybody who has been an important part of my life and remember some drama shit that they and I have been a part of together. Right now it seems like my life is pretty drama shit free. Needless to say, I'm enjoying how things are going right now. Simple, real, silly, puppy. Call it what you will - I'll call it love. :) And it's making everything else in my life seem easier. There are certain aspects of it that have caused little ripples, but those have smoothed out as far as I know and I'm really just enjoying being happy. I've been needing this for a while. Just writing about it is making me smile.
What am I doing at 3:03 AM trying to articulate the deep thoughts bouncing around my head? I think the only person who would understand them at this point is me.
I'm listening to John Legend, that's what I'm doing at 3:04 AM.
On another note, I think I'm going to actually finish a book that I've started. It's a degrading book about a guy who constantly gets "shit-housed" drunk and hooks up with girls and writes about it. Every story is 100% true, and that shit shocks me. But it makes me laugh, and there's just something about reading about a guy run through the lobby of a hotel holding his ass cheeks together trying to hold in the shit that is squirting out from the bottom of his pant legs and flinging into his hair and onto his back that keeps my attention. Call me a pig.
Tomorrow I'm getting up early to mow the lawn and work for my dad at $10 an hour installing windows and shit. That'll pay for my 6 flags trip on Sunday. :D Also, I'm hoping to get to see Brandon and Connie tomorrow.
I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever. I can't promise I'll get better, because I never get better.
What am I doing at 3:03 AM trying to articulate the deep thoughts bouncing around my head? I think the only person who would understand them at this point is me.
I'm listening to John Legend, that's what I'm doing at 3:04 AM.
On another note, I think I'm going to actually finish a book that I've started. It's a degrading book about a guy who constantly gets "shit-housed" drunk and hooks up with girls and writes about it. Every story is 100% true, and that shit shocks me. But it makes me laugh, and there's just something about reading about a guy run through the lobby of a hotel holding his ass cheeks together trying to hold in the shit that is squirting out from the bottom of his pant legs and flinging into his hair and onto his back that keeps my attention. Call me a pig.
Tomorrow I'm getting up early to mow the lawn and work for my dad at $10 an hour installing windows and shit. That'll pay for my 6 flags trip on Sunday. :D Also, I'm hoping to get to see Brandon and Connie tomorrow.
I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever. I can't promise I'll get better, because I never get better.