So, here we are.
19, still in houston, done with grade school, already stuck with a job that I might have for a really long time....
All my friends still have pinicals, to go higher you know?
College, mostly.
I'm done. I don't think im going to college...
not for a while at least.
i feel as though everyone has kept on running the life line, I, on the other hand, have gotten stuck in a comfortable, stable, yet lonley tar pit.
Everyone will comeback with stories, new faces, and new romances.
I wait tables and deliver pizzas.
"Dude! I delivered this one pizza, MAN, the pepperoni's smelled like WeED!!!!"
*sigh*
btw,
and you look like
The Peace Noodles say ass well: