Question everything, believe nothing.
we have the makings of a shitty weekend here. sick. bored. people flaking on me left and right. fucking lame. my mom gave me some of her voodoo chinese herbs. great. these things always make me feel weird as fuck. such bullshit. ill just carjack someone tomorrow and run up to the dr. get some antibiotics and hydrocodone cough syrup. yummy shit guy. new orleans next weekend yea. should be interesting. muahahaha. um. been in a pretty good mood lately. kinda nice to people. its weird. something must really be wrong with me. mmm, birthday was decent this year. well it could have been worse anyways. she tried, and thats what counts i guess. too bad no one really gets it. its not a happy time. it never really has been. *shrugs* someone spoke to me today. first time since july. informed me to expect something. funny. i care a lot less then i used to. youve made your bed dear, now lie down and shut the fuck up.