you wait for the right time, but what are you hoping for
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microeconomics just kicked my ass. that. or i think im getting less smart as i am growing up in my old age. you know something like that. FUCK. for real. i have to kick ass on the next one because i already used a drop for japanese. mother fuckers. weak.
it's nice spending a cool november evening with your only friend you feel you really have in a place that always feels devoid of cool people. for serious. good times were to be had this night sitting on my non-existant bed eating sour spple altoids and discussing the complexity of stupid boys. (my offer still stands from my last entry cough cough) there are many more kickass times to be had involving my big muscley friends, a longboard, tampa, gainesville, jude law, The atlantic, UC, the top, common grounds, and of course rock n roll. i neeeeed to cut my hair. bleh.
rod is really cool
i am talking to him now
on my flippin phone
saweeeeet. i just composed a haiku i hope you like it. actually rod wrote it i just typed it, although his ears are filled with wax. (you should really invest in a ear wax candle) pow!pow!pow! your dead. love is a reaction to some soft skin. ooh honey lets go dancing. don't stop wasting people's time. im not good at pretending that everything is ok. im just not good at pretending these days. i can't slip the charade on so easily as most, but its a game of trickery that everyone likes to play.. they're getting tricky... tricky, tricky, tricky, tricky. i guess i just can't keep up. this inevitable maturity is really killing me these days. fuck. fuck. fuck. that's how i feel. im not gonna lie. oh what a contrast you were.
i am so so so lame. oh yes. oh yes. oh yes....