fun control means using both hands
So yeah, tonight has been a kinda just BLAH night *looks at Kylie* lemme tell ya alll about it. See it all starts with a B. Its then followed by a L. Continued with an A. Then finally ends with a H. Now that the hilarity has passed.
Im feelin a bit just, lonely tonight I guess. Talked to Andrea a bit earlier. God I miss her. Not just talking to her, but the closeness. The being able to just sit there, talk to her and hold her. Being almost 600 miles apart blows a serious nut sack. So yeah, just feelin kinda blah over that.
I also have this feeling. That feeling you get when you wanna help someone, but you cant. Cuz you quite frankly dont know how. Or even know if there is a way. I guess the best way is to just listen and be there as a friend. Im good at that.
So yeah, not much has changed since the last time I wrote here. Ohh, I got pulled over Saturday night. Yeah that was funny. ME of allll the people in the world. I got pulled over for suspicion of drunken driving cuz I was swerving a bit in my lane. Then whe I go to tell the cop WHY I cant drink he simply replies.."Well thats not good". So to myself Im thinking NO *beeeep* 'ing *beeeep* SHERLOCK!!! I thought it was lke a gift or something to be proud of. Damn flat foot. Go torment some kid. Or better yet, go eat a bearclaw or a doughnut or somethin. Let me go home and go to bed.
Then to top off the last week. I go to walmart to get my mom some glue to put her rear view mirror back onto her windshield in her car. Get this. You gots to be 18 to buy it. FRACKIN GLUE!!! Of course as usual, my id was in my car. SO therefore they wouldnt sell it to me. Damn woman that worked there I swear. She's the SAME cashier that carded me for Chapelle's Show season 2 on dvd. She flippin knows how old I am. SO I tell her, go get CMS Crystal over here. She knows how old I am. To which she so cleverly retorts. "Im sorry sir. I cant do that. I Could get fired" Yet when you sold me Chapelles Show, you accepted my buddies ID, which ALSO coulda gotten you fired. Damn sea cow. I swear this chi hasta weight like 350 plus. You know how they say inside every big person there is a skinny person ust fying to get out. Well I believe that with her. Cuz I swore I heard a voice yelling out to me. "Get me outta here!!!! This cow ate me and I wanna go home now!"
So I dunno. its just, yeah, ya know? Course you dont. None of you have understood a word I just said. Cuz Im rambling. This is all in my inagination. Everything I just said. Im asleep. Or just too damned high to r ealise what in the hell Im doin. Who knows. Maybe its all a dream. Or maybe...just maybe..its all so very, extremely... and entirely...real. You be the judge. Im out.
C
Im feelin a bit just, lonely tonight I guess. Talked to Andrea a bit earlier. God I miss her. Not just talking to her, but the closeness. The being able to just sit there, talk to her and hold her. Being almost 600 miles apart blows a serious nut sack. So yeah, just feelin kinda blah over that.
I also have this feeling. That feeling you get when you wanna help someone, but you cant. Cuz you quite frankly dont know how. Or even know if there is a way. I guess the best way is to just listen and be there as a friend. Im good at that.
So yeah, not much has changed since the last time I wrote here. Ohh, I got pulled over Saturday night. Yeah that was funny. ME of allll the people in the world. I got pulled over for suspicion of drunken driving cuz I was swerving a bit in my lane. Then whe I go to tell the cop WHY I cant drink he simply replies.."Well thats not good". So to myself Im thinking NO *beeeep* 'ing *beeeep* SHERLOCK!!! I thought it was lke a gift or something to be proud of. Damn flat foot. Go torment some kid. Or better yet, go eat a bearclaw or a doughnut or somethin. Let me go home and go to bed.
Then to top off the last week. I go to walmart to get my mom some glue to put her rear view mirror back onto her windshield in her car. Get this. You gots to be 18 to buy it. FRACKIN GLUE!!! Of course as usual, my id was in my car. SO therefore they wouldnt sell it to me. Damn woman that worked there I swear. She's the SAME cashier that carded me for Chapelle's Show season 2 on dvd. She flippin knows how old I am. SO I tell her, go get CMS Crystal over here. She knows how old I am. To which she so cleverly retorts. "Im sorry sir. I cant do that. I Could get fired" Yet when you sold me Chapelles Show, you accepted my buddies ID, which ALSO coulda gotten you fired. Damn sea cow. I swear this chi hasta weight like 350 plus. You know how they say inside every big person there is a skinny person ust fying to get out. Well I believe that with her. Cuz I swore I heard a voice yelling out to me. "Get me outta here!!!! This cow ate me and I wanna go home now!"
So I dunno. its just, yeah, ya know? Course you dont. None of you have understood a word I just said. Cuz Im rambling. This is all in my inagination. Everything I just said. Im asleep. Or just too damned high to r ealise what in the hell Im doin. Who knows. Maybe its all a dream. Or maybe...just maybe..its all so very, extremely... and entirely...real. You be the judge. Im out.
C