"this is like a cicada/versus al queda..."
a girl just walked by with a t-shirt that read "vagina is for lovers." word.
anyways, blah blah. making plans to actually do stuff this summer. chicago, renting a cabin on the river. all that good stuff. let's see if it actually happens. i want it to. im sick of this town for now. ive fallen in a rut and need a change. drastically. like a terrorist attack or something. anything. to liven shit up a bit.
maybe girls just have me too wound up. i dunno. i feel like im wasting my potential. never exercise anymore. occasionally write some poetry. work on a short story. a mountain of art supplies that go unused. drinking and smoking. bleh. live journal's only purpose to me is a venue in which to do the complaining that none of my friends would tolerate having to sit and listen to.
anyways, blah blah. making plans to actually do stuff this summer. chicago, renting a cabin on the river. all that good stuff. let's see if it actually happens. i want it to. im sick of this town for now. ive fallen in a rut and need a change. drastically. like a terrorist attack or something. anything. to liven shit up a bit.
maybe girls just have me too wound up. i dunno. i feel like im wasting my potential. never exercise anymore. occasionally write some poetry. work on a short story. a mountain of art supplies that go unused. drinking and smoking. bleh. live journal's only purpose to me is a venue in which to do the complaining that none of my friends would tolerate having to sit and listen to.