gotta make make make that hollywood money.
i went to california. everything about the trip was fun. everything. jessica kept saying "sorry if you're bored..." but i'm never bored when i'm with her. she's great. we smoked a ton of pot. i also got to meet tim and go to his show. he's very nice, he paints, does music, and is an overall sweetheart to jessica so he is a-okay in my book.
the trip was really great, though. it made me feel like i can be a better person. fun fun fun. when i left, i gave jessica a real hug. not like those shitty hugs i give everyone, the ones with no contact, this was a real one. oh, and tim said i was a real artist. and i dont know why it takes a complete stranger's compliment to make me feel like i'm worth something. i never believe people when they compliment the work i do. i mean, i dont even like some of the things i do, how could someone else? and i also lie all the time, so i just think that other people are lying, too. i mean, they have no loyalty to me. california is on. arizona is off. man, i just want to fly back right now. how the hell am i going to make the money to move out there? whatever, i have money. i think my mom has cancer, she has to see some radiologist tomorrow. she doesn't know that i know, but i do.
now its going to be no more pot/cigarettes/being lazy/everything that brings me down, and all drawing/music/photo/college/job/saving-money/painting/being the great person i am. i just need to perfect myself. i'm going to do 200 push-ups before i go to bed. and 200 crunches. my legs hurt so much from dancing with jessica in hollywood. i should have stretched. don't forget me when i'm dead.
the trip was really great, though. it made me feel like i can be a better person. fun fun fun. when i left, i gave jessica a real hug. not like those shitty hugs i give everyone, the ones with no contact, this was a real one. oh, and tim said i was a real artist. and i dont know why it takes a complete stranger's compliment to make me feel like i'm worth something. i never believe people when they compliment the work i do. i mean, i dont even like some of the things i do, how could someone else? and i also lie all the time, so i just think that other people are lying, too. i mean, they have no loyalty to me. california is on. arizona is off. man, i just want to fly back right now. how the hell am i going to make the money to move out there? whatever, i have money. i think my mom has cancer, she has to see some radiologist tomorrow. she doesn't know that i know, but i do.
now its going to be no more pot/cigarettes/being lazy/everything that brings me down, and all drawing/music/photo/college/job/saving-money/painting/being the great person i am. i just need to perfect myself. i'm going to do 200 push-ups before i go to bed. and 200 crunches. my legs hurt so much from dancing with jessica in hollywood. i should have stretched. don't forget me when i'm dead.