Without Wax
I have been saying 'without wax' lately, and if you honestly give a shit what I am saying, besides the normal nonsense, ask me what it means. I'll explain. Its actually pretty cool.
The past two nights at work have kicked ass.
I've worked out the past two days, scary.
I also haven't drank more than A beer in the past two days.
Its been a great two days.
I am attempting to grow a beard on top of the goatee I have. I kind of look like George Michael. Gay looking, just not actually homosexual.
I am going to this spoken word event in wp on sunday, can't fucking wait.
I know the weekend is going to be crazy and fun, just a gut feeling I suppose.
I am a very odd person, because one week I don't know what is going on and I'm in a haze. Then the next I am focused, getting shit done, and having a great time. Life is fucking weird sometimes. all the time.
My best friend from AZ (Jake) called me last night. I can't even describe how much I miss him. He is working as a chef at the Ritz Carlton in Vegas, and by the sound of things, is doing quite well. I get upset sometimes when I hear from Jake, Marin, Mike or shan. I just want to pick it all up and leave, go back to Phoenix, but I can't. Roots have already started to grow. But it seriously depresses me to know that I can't just go see them whenenver I want. They were all such a large part of my insane childhood. If you met one or all of them, it would explain a lot about me. Fucking memories.
Pieces of my heart are scattered everywhere, if you find one, call me up. I'll buy you a drink.
I hate starting every sentence out with "I", but when in a hurry, I don't use the best grammar.
I need a thesaurus, too.
The past two nights at work have kicked ass.
I've worked out the past two days, scary.
I also haven't drank more than A beer in the past two days.
Its been a great two days.
I am attempting to grow a beard on top of the goatee I have. I kind of look like George Michael. Gay looking, just not actually homosexual.
I am going to this spoken word event in wp on sunday, can't fucking wait.
I know the weekend is going to be crazy and fun, just a gut feeling I suppose.
I am a very odd person, because one week I don't know what is going on and I'm in a haze. Then the next I am focused, getting shit done, and having a great time. Life is fucking weird sometimes. all the time.
My best friend from AZ (Jake) called me last night. I can't even describe how much I miss him. He is working as a chef at the Ritz Carlton in Vegas, and by the sound of things, is doing quite well. I get upset sometimes when I hear from Jake, Marin, Mike or shan. I just want to pick it all up and leave, go back to Phoenix, but I can't. Roots have already started to grow. But it seriously depresses me to know that I can't just go see them whenenver I want. They were all such a large part of my insane childhood. If you met one or all of them, it would explain a lot about me. Fucking memories.
Pieces of my heart are scattered everywhere, if you find one, call me up. I'll buy you a drink.
I hate starting every sentence out with "I", but when in a hurry, I don't use the best grammar.
I need a thesaurus, too.