How About You Stop Stalking Me? Really?
This past week I went to visit my cousin in long beach. We got free bbq at some cool bar in the city then went and chowed down at yogurtland then preceded to do hood rat things ... But really? I was amazed with this shepard graphic art print of obama. Apparently he made three variations: hope, progress, and something else. It looked amazing. I really wanted one but he already had given away the prints that shepard had given him, that sucked. I looked it up on ebay ... over a thousand for a print ... assholes.
But Luke? Luke. Sometimes I feel the same way. Staring at the ceiling as I fall asleep, but it only right before I fall asleep that I realize. The feeling is beyond sadness, beyond investment. She is leaving to Spain. My scene designer is ugly and immature. My summer love from last year lives too far away, danny has a better chance with her than I do at this point. The only person holding me down and together is someone that I don't deserve. I two timed her with her best friends roommate and the girl that lived down the hall. (And My, How I Have Learned From My Mistakes)
She speaks to me. And I miss her. I cannot sleep at night.
Martin is gone.
My mother is gone.
My father is gone.
My grandmother is gone.
My brother is gone.
The funnier thing is the humor behind the student services that deal with judicial affairs. I just told the guy who I was, I knew him from before. And then I dropped some names. Nothing is on file. Nothing is on record. Nothing happened.
Aside from that, what really haunts me is who am I going to call when I am in jail?
I am going to give you one more chance before I just throw up my hands and ask, Why?
Soccer, Theatre, Sex, Music, Movies, and Hallucinations. My Bee Knees, this has been a weird summer.
All I hope for is that after New Years You call.
Oh. And Stop. Did he not check this?