Sep 06, 2004 23:30
Feelin good. I'm feeling on top of my game. Like fucking Kobe Bryant, sans the rape. You know?
I'm just good at basket ball. Really good. I've won the championship. I've got a lot to show for coming this far. Fucking gold medal.
Today I sat on a pile of rocks and fed the ducks. They ate right out of my hand. Even after I tried to catch them. Trust takes a while to wind back around, even for ducks. Everyone needs bread.
Life as usual. I'm ready to listen to "Slippery When Wet" and chug forties. I'm ready to fire rocks from a sling shot. I'm ready to buy tattoos. I want to play Duke Nukem. Hello, good ole days.
Hi Cassie, how've you been?