I'm still alive.
Just wrapping up my third day at work. No phone or t.v. or internet sucks, but in BK, outside is interesting.
There's butch, the 17 year old ex-convict. He's cool ...
I got drunk with the punks last night, shitty music and drinks go together so well.
Walking home shitfaced was an experience, I hit my bed before I hit the floor though.
I hate seeing people together.
I hate having to worry about getting girls again, I mean ... I'm not used to having to accomplish the goal of getting a girlfriend. I usually have one.
Chain smoking makes it so I can't breathe, I smoke a pack a day and my mother pays for them. It's crazy.
I get my first check next friday, I'm planning on getting lots of drugs, alcohol, and a new deck.
There's butch, the 17 year old ex-convict. He's cool ...
I got drunk with the punks last night, shitty music and drinks go together so well.
Walking home shitfaced was an experience, I hit my bed before I hit the floor though.
I hate seeing people together.
I hate having to worry about getting girls again, I mean ... I'm not used to having to accomplish the goal of getting a girlfriend. I usually have one.
Chain smoking makes it so I can't breathe, I smoke a pack a day and my mother pays for them. It's crazy.
I get my first check next friday, I'm planning on getting lots of drugs, alcohol, and a new deck.