i could drive the boat with my sighs
alex and i got blazed last week and went to my old house. i looked in the window and saw my box of old stuff still waiting for me. as well as the "full rotation" poster i drew and stuck on the bathroom door. and the cigarette burns from countless parties in the carpet. they're all still there. and it made me really sad. it's hard to believe that i can have such strong sentimental feelings for a time in my life that only ended like 5 months ago.
speaking of "getting blazed", i attempted to go for 14 days straight of being fucked up. just for the hell of it. the first week was a blast (especially my birthday party. god that was awesome). but around day 10 (last thursday) i had had enough. it was awful. so this is day 3 or something of sobriety. i have to admit, it feels damn good. and i'm going to remain clean until further notice.
if i can get ahold of shea's uncle today, alexis and i may be moving to fort wayne together by as early as the end of the week.
oh, and another one of my teeth is infected. i have an appointment today. which means i'm going to pay someone roughly $60 to yell at me and tell me to take better care of them.
my entire psyche has just been kind of fucked up and i wish i could return to normal. : /
also, why is it that i seem to stress the most when an article of my clothing is ruined? for example, 2 of my shirts were permanently stained recently. that shit bothered me for like 2 days. it's fucking clothes for god's sake!
ugh.
- jarrod
speaking of "getting blazed", i attempted to go for 14 days straight of being fucked up. just for the hell of it. the first week was a blast (especially my birthday party. god that was awesome). but around day 10 (last thursday) i had had enough. it was awful. so this is day 3 or something of sobriety. i have to admit, it feels damn good. and i'm going to remain clean until further notice.
if i can get ahold of shea's uncle today, alexis and i may be moving to fort wayne together by as early as the end of the week.
oh, and another one of my teeth is infected. i have an appointment today. which means i'm going to pay someone roughly $60 to yell at me and tell me to take better care of them.
my entire psyche has just been kind of fucked up and i wish i could return to normal. : /
also, why is it that i seem to stress the most when an article of my clothing is ruined? for example, 2 of my shirts were permanently stained recently. that shit bothered me for like 2 days. it's fucking clothes for god's sake!
ugh.
- jarrod