"It's all life&fire&lunacy, &excuses&excuses&excuses..."
Good days. Curious.
I love my new job. I get paid to basically just listen to tunes and daydream all day.
All A's in school.
My mom's surgery's over, she's completely recovered, and is even more wonderful than before, if possible.
Proud of Jay. He's stopped smoking, drinking, is taking care of his house and g/f. He seems happy, and I hope he is.
Strained feelings with Ranch kids, and with Lauren, but what the hell. I'm sick of trying to convince people, change people, please people. These guys are gonna make stupid decisions and act like assholes and I've been there so I can't blame them, but I am gonna quit tearing myself up about it.
Down note, my car's about to completely die. INEEDANEWCAR. Maybe a pickup. With a hound dog in the back, and Hank Williams on the radio. Perfect.
Monday, I'll be 21, damn. As usual, party in Orange Park. Been anxious the past few weeks that this would turn out like my last party, not to mention the idea of ME. Legal. To drink. BUT THEN I realized/remembered what a calm, composed, brilliant, phenom of a person I've become in my 20th year, and all worries have been cast away.
Hahahahahah, seriously though, I know how far I've come and I know what I'm capable of and I never want to take a single step back again.
Gangsta party Saturday.
Birthday Monday.
TSI(hahaWOW) Wednesday
Savannah 25th.
Shack show 26th.
Michael Graves 27th.
FunFunFun
OOOHHHHHHYEAAHHHHHHH,
Been havin' strange dreams, 'bout strange memories, strange people, strange places, strange music, strange times
Strange. What to do what to do.
PS - Nick Cave is once again singing all my favorite times, and all my darkest secrets.
I just don't know what to say, 'cause Jesus only loves a man who bruises.
You better HoldOnToYourself.