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i killed a girl the other day. i looked her straight in the eye and said "i dont want you", i dont think ive ever seen anyone with so much hurt on their face. all the next day i felt like shit, the look on her face wouldnt leave my brain. but when i finally called her she was just fine and moving on. chicks are fucking wierd.
there was a pretty brutal storm last night, and i was caught driving right through anoka-hennepin county right in the middle of it. i thought my windows were gonna shatter from the hail, so i pulled off under a bridge for it to pass. then as i was pulling up my street, lighting struck not a quarter of a mile away, i watched the lighting bolt shoot down and wondered if it was zeus. the dude on the news said that hurricane rita will be like this storm times 3 and for like 24 hours straight, that would suck.
while i was hanging out at ashleis this morning, i fell asleep, and had some fucked up dreams, besides just being messed up dreams, i woke up with that super surreal reality check feeling i get sometimes like, "oh yeah, this is where i am, this is who i am." like what the fuck? i get those feelings a lot.
my mom is super determined to get me on some anti-depressant. we'll see. i think anti-depresseants are just drugs invented to keep people docile and happy and empty headed. bullshit.
oh yeah, goddamn, i got my neighbor mandy all up ons too now. shes got an ass that would stop traffic. just sayin.
the only albums i ever need:
jawbreakers "bivouac"
elliott smith "from a basement on a hill"
leatherface "mush"
read kerouac
there was a pretty brutal storm last night, and i was caught driving right through anoka-hennepin county right in the middle of it. i thought my windows were gonna shatter from the hail, so i pulled off under a bridge for it to pass. then as i was pulling up my street, lighting struck not a quarter of a mile away, i watched the lighting bolt shoot down and wondered if it was zeus. the dude on the news said that hurricane rita will be like this storm times 3 and for like 24 hours straight, that would suck.
while i was hanging out at ashleis this morning, i fell asleep, and had some fucked up dreams, besides just being messed up dreams, i woke up with that super surreal reality check feeling i get sometimes like, "oh yeah, this is where i am, this is who i am." like what the fuck? i get those feelings a lot.
my mom is super determined to get me on some anti-depressant. we'll see. i think anti-depresseants are just drugs invented to keep people docile and happy and empty headed. bullshit.
oh yeah, goddamn, i got my neighbor mandy all up ons too now. shes got an ass that would stop traffic. just sayin.
the only albums i ever need:
jawbreakers "bivouac"
elliott smith "from a basement on a hill"
leatherface "mush"
read kerouac