i'm in becky's room
oh, becky's our roommate until june when she graduates. she's clean and pretty quiet so it's working out o.k.
my little brother brought over the movie slc punk the other night. i liked it although some parts were hard for me to watch.
its raining in pittsburgh, we've had a ridiculous amount of rain lately but i don't really mind.
its hard to get along with people lately. it feels so right to just say what i'm thinking to people. you might say, well, yes, you should say what you really think and be honest. oh, i am honest, brutally, but in order to flow its very important to be tactful, especially at work. usually i'm good at that and than a day comes where i'm just sick of being nice, i become almost disgusted by the ignorant, superficial, brainwashed sheep, then i'm thinking hey, no one else is going to tell this person they sound like a complete jackass, i'm doing them a favor. i don't give a shit if they like me or not. they look at me waiting for a response. i pause. i take a deep breath. if they could read my eyes they would know what i was thinking, but they don't seem to be able to. "yeah, i know what you mean" and i excuse myself as quickly as possible. just another day. i'm sure a lot of you know what i mean.
my little brother brought over the movie slc punk the other night. i liked it although some parts were hard for me to watch.
its raining in pittsburgh, we've had a ridiculous amount of rain lately but i don't really mind.
its hard to get along with people lately. it feels so right to just say what i'm thinking to people. you might say, well, yes, you should say what you really think and be honest. oh, i am honest, brutally, but in order to flow its very important to be tactful, especially at work. usually i'm good at that and than a day comes where i'm just sick of being nice, i become almost disgusted by the ignorant, superficial, brainwashed sheep, then i'm thinking hey, no one else is going to tell this person they sound like a complete jackass, i'm doing them a favor. i don't give a shit if they like me or not. they look at me waiting for a response. i pause. i take a deep breath. if they could read my eyes they would know what i was thinking, but they don't seem to be able to. "yeah, i know what you mean" and i excuse myself as quickly as possible. just another day. i'm sure a lot of you know what i mean.