you claim your making of others, but what of your making of me?
i leave one situation, walk into another. but hey, i'm living by my new motto. so...
Whatever. Fuck it.
tomorrow i go back to work at Forest Park. then i think i'm going to hunter's baseball
game.... championship game man. that kid kicks ASS. best all round player, MVP by far.
then on the fourth i will be celebrating alone or with my family since all my friends
are choosing to celebrate in a fashion of which i can't. and i'm not trying to be all
sober around that, so i'm chosing to instead be alone. what else is new? fuck it.
then on the fifth, the only highlight is that i'll no longer be a teenager. yes, that's
right. it's another birthday being spent in another way OTHER than the way i want to spend
it. what else is new? i haven't spent a birthday the way i wanted to since i was.... well
damn. don't think i've ever had a birthday where i did exactly what i wanted. why should i?
it's just another day anyway.
so the plan this year is to get up early (why wait late for the fun to begin?) and gather
all the family up to drive 6 hours to the place i just came from where i'll spend 3 days
with said family before driving 6 hours back. JOY!
don't get me wrong, i love my family. but i don't want to go back to kill devil hills and
deal with the bullshit there, nor do i want to deal with the shit that's sure to go on here.
why can't i just find a nice big hole in the ground to live in? all i need is an already-growing
weed plant, a lifetime supply of never-go-stale blunts, and munchies. i could deal with that.
me and my weed plant (who i would name Ernie) would get along just fine until we both went just
so fucking nuts that we cracked and died. in which case, since we're already living in a hole in
the ground, the only hassel we'd cause people is the task of throwing dirt in over us.
i love being alone.
fuck it.
well, there's a guy running around a shooting rang in nothing but a jock strap so this now has my
attention.
see? not all days are rainbows and butterflies.
hope that puts a smile on someone's face.
Whatever. Fuck it.
tomorrow i go back to work at Forest Park. then i think i'm going to hunter's baseball
game.... championship game man. that kid kicks ASS. best all round player, MVP by far.
then on the fourth i will be celebrating alone or with my family since all my friends
are choosing to celebrate in a fashion of which i can't. and i'm not trying to be all
sober around that, so i'm chosing to instead be alone. what else is new? fuck it.
then on the fifth, the only highlight is that i'll no longer be a teenager. yes, that's
right. it's another birthday being spent in another way OTHER than the way i want to spend
it. what else is new? i haven't spent a birthday the way i wanted to since i was.... well
damn. don't think i've ever had a birthday where i did exactly what i wanted. why should i?
it's just another day anyway.
so the plan this year is to get up early (why wait late for the fun to begin?) and gather
all the family up to drive 6 hours to the place i just came from where i'll spend 3 days
with said family before driving 6 hours back. JOY!
don't get me wrong, i love my family. but i don't want to go back to kill devil hills and
deal with the bullshit there, nor do i want to deal with the shit that's sure to go on here.
why can't i just find a nice big hole in the ground to live in? all i need is an already-growing
weed plant, a lifetime supply of never-go-stale blunts, and munchies. i could deal with that.
me and my weed plant (who i would name Ernie) would get along just fine until we both went just
so fucking nuts that we cracked and died. in which case, since we're already living in a hole in
the ground, the only hassel we'd cause people is the task of throwing dirt in over us.
i love being alone.
fuck it.
well, there's a guy running around a shooting rang in nothing but a jock strap so this now has my
attention.
see? not all days are rainbows and butterflies.
hope that puts a smile on someone's face.