LIVEJOURNAL?!
Livejournal is still alive? Yes, but barely.
So many memories to look back on. It's barely sane. It's almost...insane?
I like that you are dead because I can write in you and only a select few can read it. If what I write is embarrassing, and anyone tries to talk about it, the reaction they will mostly get is: "you still use livejournal?!" and my part as a subject in the conversation will hopefully be dropped.
Life's been alright. I haven't found any of the answers I've been looking for. I don't know what bottle or hollowed out cigar I expect to find anything resembling an answer in. I keep putting off the thinking.
Why do I force myself to migrate between groups of people every 2-3 years? It makes me sad sometimes, other time its frustrating.
I gained a lot of weight back from beer and weed and self loathing and tears weigh so much!
This summers AIGHT. I like hanging out with my friends and stuff, but I want a lot more than Long Island is willing to give me at this point. I want to strive for something greater, but fuck me! Life likes to jerk off in my wallet sometimes. Gets my money all sticky.
Ya dig?
Anywho, I miss a lot of people and I dislike myself immensely. These are both great tools for comedy. Comedy comes out of a deep sadness, and an innate desire for acceptance. This is my life, and one day it will all add up. Open mics this summer. I think I am going to do well at this eventually. I am pretty funny and I don't think I'm too much of a rip off of my influences, but we will see. It's the only hope I have to not end up part of the walking dead, or like Zach Braff in Garden State (in a really shitty pseudo indie movie being fucking annoying).
PZ
So many memories to look back on. It's barely sane. It's almost...insane?
I like that you are dead because I can write in you and only a select few can read it. If what I write is embarrassing, and anyone tries to talk about it, the reaction they will mostly get is: "you still use livejournal?!" and my part as a subject in the conversation will hopefully be dropped.
Life's been alright. I haven't found any of the answers I've been looking for. I don't know what bottle or hollowed out cigar I expect to find anything resembling an answer in. I keep putting off the thinking.
Why do I force myself to migrate between groups of people every 2-3 years? It makes me sad sometimes, other time its frustrating.
I gained a lot of weight back from beer and weed and self loathing and tears weigh so much!
This summers AIGHT. I like hanging out with my friends and stuff, but I want a lot more than Long Island is willing to give me at this point. I want to strive for something greater, but fuck me! Life likes to jerk off in my wallet sometimes. Gets my money all sticky.
Ya dig?
Anywho, I miss a lot of people and I dislike myself immensely. These are both great tools for comedy. Comedy comes out of a deep sadness, and an innate desire for acceptance. This is my life, and one day it will all add up. Open mics this summer. I think I am going to do well at this eventually. I am pretty funny and I don't think I'm too much of a rip off of my influences, but we will see. It's the only hope I have to not end up part of the walking dead, or like Zach Braff in Garden State (in a really shitty pseudo indie movie being fucking annoying).
PZ