Stir Crazy
I have been going crazy, fucking stir crazy, sitting couped up in my room all day. At first, it was because I hadn't had my own internet in so long, and I missed it, so I got addicted and couldn't leave, then I started getting weird, nervous energy. I had to get out of the house. Just so I could have en exuse to do so, I went out to get some taco bell. I then felt a little better. I have had so much freedom lately, but too much freedom bothers me. I need a fucking job. I need to party and go to clubs non-stop, I need to get drunk. I need to fuck something. I need to go jogging or some kind of shit. Tomorrow I plan on staying out the whole day if I can. I have these three new girls who wanna go out with me, and I just may, because I have to fuck. It sounds shallow or whatever, but I have to have some sort of intimacy, and in my mind the most immediate intimacy and closeness comes out of fucking. This one date I don't even have to pay for, since were just going to walk around in this supposed dissaffected youth/slash hippie park, where at night alot of cool stuff happens, people playing guitars and singing songs, all kinds of weird, cool art stuff...sounds interesting. Then I can fuck. I just don't want to fuck any mormons around here. I'm afraid I might catch the religion disease. Just kidding. I feel like a caged animal right now...I need to fucking do something!