times when i scare myself...
so i was thinking about the brilliance of smarterchild and was hit with my own stroke of brilliance. His name is Stalkerbot. do you know how much people would pay to type in a name and be provided with the persons address and phone number? better yet, pay a little extra and get a satelitte picture of their house. just think, you could be watching mrs. battle's every move without having to get out of your chair! Just a thought..but don't ever say i didn't predict this.
i had a really fun weekend. David is far more awesome then he will ever allow himself to believe, and i consider myself very lucky. I think about all the stories, opinions, and STUFF we've shared over the past 3 years, the good and the bad, and it makes me feel so good that someone would (as that stupid cheesy thing says) know so much about me and still like me. The opposite is beyond true, but because it makes me the one doing the liking it is far less mind-boggling. There is nothing i would want to change about the way everything has played out; now nothing can rival how well we know each other. it used to be my doctrine that best friends should never become anything else because then they are putting a detonator on the friendship, but i'm convinced that at some point experience is going to prove me wrong.
enough sap, school is terrible, works ok.
time for a lesson w/ the dj (bird)- listen to stroke 9 (off CD nasty little thoughts, city life, are you in this, angels, tail of the sun, THE WHOLE THING!)
i miss the days when people had faith in my rapping abilities.
i wore my gun shirt monday and realized that that period in life will forever remain the one we can say "those were the days" about because there is little more to life (girlfriends) beyond little five points and roller skate shoes
i'm hoping for some divine intervention to allow me to see jump little children (friday, not likely :/) and guster (the 5th?) at least ONE of them. i should never allow my life to reach the point where i must struggle to make time for them. (dl guster- happier, parachute, & medicine)
And the grass is always overgrown
And the weeds are choking out the sun
Why do you still come home anymore
when you don't care?
i had a really fun weekend. David is far more awesome then he will ever allow himself to believe, and i consider myself very lucky. I think about all the stories, opinions, and STUFF we've shared over the past 3 years, the good and the bad, and it makes me feel so good that someone would (as that stupid cheesy thing says) know so much about me and still like me. The opposite is beyond true, but because it makes me the one doing the liking it is far less mind-boggling. There is nothing i would want to change about the way everything has played out; now nothing can rival how well we know each other. it used to be my doctrine that best friends should never become anything else because then they are putting a detonator on the friendship, but i'm convinced that at some point experience is going to prove me wrong.
enough sap, school is terrible, works ok.
time for a lesson w/ the dj (bird)- listen to stroke 9 (off CD nasty little thoughts, city life, are you in this, angels, tail of the sun, THE WHOLE THING!)
i miss the days when people had faith in my rapping abilities.
i wore my gun shirt monday and realized that that period in life will forever remain the one we can say "those were the days" about because there is little more to life (girlfriends) beyond little five points and roller skate shoes
i'm hoping for some divine intervention to allow me to see jump little children (friday, not likely :/) and guster (the 5th?) at least ONE of them. i should never allow my life to reach the point where i must struggle to make time for them. (dl guster- happier, parachute, & medicine)
And the grass is always overgrown
And the weeds are choking out the sun
Why do you still come home anymore
when you don't care?