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Today i have no car, no cell phone, no weed, and NO WORK! Maybe my mom will let me use her phone. Eh.
That means.
I'm taking the bus to the eastside and getting deeply obliterated all day/night long.
Going to some show. gouka from japannnnn. you know how us americans work, anything from japan and we're automatically impressed.
Wandering about with sarah, trying to find a nick bag.
Someone called my housephone a bunch of times in between 2 - 4 AM and my mom was pissssed. But then it was oaky because i came home and got to find out who it was and talk to them and they confessed their love for me and told me they want to fuck the shit out of me and be my boyfriend.
hahahaha. and its someone that ive known forever and actually care about so its a real selfesteemboosterhaha.
I'm okay now. I think im used to life sucking. I just had such good control over it for a minute (ie since the breakup), im not used to shit randomly going wrong. All at once. Like last time (boyfriend, car, job). Now its cellphone, car, sorta job, moving out.
The owner of the velvet room had talk the other day. He started it off by asking me if i "wanted to sit on santa's lap."
I declined.
That means.
I'm taking the bus to the eastside and getting deeply obliterated all day/night long.
Going to some show. gouka from japannnnn. you know how us americans work, anything from japan and we're automatically impressed.
Wandering about with sarah, trying to find a nick bag.
Someone called my housephone a bunch of times in between 2 - 4 AM and my mom was pissssed. But then it was oaky because i came home and got to find out who it was and talk to them and they confessed their love for me and told me they want to fuck the shit out of me and be my boyfriend.
hahahaha. and its someone that ive known forever and actually care about so its a real selfesteemboosterhaha.
I'm okay now. I think im used to life sucking. I just had such good control over it for a minute (ie since the breakup), im not used to shit randomly going wrong. All at once. Like last time (boyfriend, car, job). Now its cellphone, car, sorta job, moving out.
The owner of the velvet room had talk the other day. He started it off by asking me if i "wanted to sit on santa's lap."
I declined.