Red apples are for people from Peru.
I gotta get out of this town. I'm stuck. I'm trapped. I'm lost. I'm alone. I'm pursued. I'm wasted. I'm pissed. I'm touched. I'm jealous. I'm forgetful. I'm not who I was when what I was was what I wanted to be. Be cool man. Be cold. Ice cold. I have fun every night and really enjoy myself but at the end of the day I have nothing to show for it. This used to be my goal, surviving. Doing what I want, whenever and however I want. Why is it that everything gets old so fast. I feel jaded and board already. Maybe I just need to meet more people. Go out more, find some parties or something. Find a female that wants me that doesn't also annoy the crap out of me. But then again, what would that really accomplish? I'd just end up with more pieces missing from my heart. I'm not sure if enough has grown back yet to risk that. Work is unstable right now. Yvonne is almost gone and the hours that I work will probably get all fucking silly with the new manager. Oh man, I'm dreading the first time it snows, and the new manager has like 7 people on for the whole day....and we get 30 orders in 30 minutes. I know I'll miss the duster when it snows. Fucking cunt slut bitch whore dick sucking gutter trash. You ruined my life. I've been listing to alot of Blackalicious lately. There are so many lyrics that I can identify with on that CD. Another thing that wierds me out is freaken Cristina and Michelle like plotting against me. Ugh...trap! And all that means is that she considers me even less like I had a fricken chance ever anyway. Might as well try to hook up with the other fucking Christina I'd be about as impossible.
.....That felt good.
.....That felt good.