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hi interweb, did you hate missing me? don't be sad, you'll get stronger some day. it's hard to remember what we used to do together, i don't see how i could spend much time with you. all you site is boring right now.
i sleep in a box. in a closet under the stairs. i like the feeling of being closed in. today i awoke to the sound of cans and bottles rattling. friggin hobos, i climbed out of my bed hold and looked out the kitchen window, you have to keep your eyes on the hobos, or they'll fling your non refundables all about your yard. but these were high class hobos, they had a big white van where they put all the blue bags they could get their repugnant hands on. i still hated them. i found them gross. and now what i find is myself with very little to say. i'm content, there are things i want, very badly some, but nothing is making me want to cry or even stab. i like my job fine. i like who i like who i work with a lot. frogs are nice. i still may call in sick today. i have to. so i might.
i hated yesterday. no matter how much i pretend, i can't, in my head, deny it. i am just as stupid as everyone else. i was strait up depressed in the afternoon for a good three hours. a bad three hours. curses.
i didn't know i was so fooly.
i like our parties cause they're kinda boring. i like the cram of people who are really pretty awesome just drinking and talking and smoking. and that none of our friends are destructive twats. that's so childish. writing on walls, breaking and stealing things, setting things aflame. i am so glad I don't have the mentality of..idonno...a trashy shipyarder who's drunk parents beat them retarded and never taught them any social graces... so yeah, i think our last two parties were fabulous. tho i did get drunk the night before and invite a lot of people i didn't really want to come(And a few i did want)luck for me meant those i didn't want didn't come. some i did want didn't too, but that's ok, it all works out in the end.
here comes a fact, i'm so glad rory has finely started doing what he was put on earth to do.
and here is a wonder, i wonder who was that boy with that shirt on last week, i think i'm in love. don't know who the fuck he is, or if i'd even recognize him now that i'm sober, but he was so nice to look at...i liked everything he was putting out there...good boy.
what i've learned from this is not much other than i like handsome boys and people with manners.
i sleep in a box. in a closet under the stairs. i like the feeling of being closed in. today i awoke to the sound of cans and bottles rattling. friggin hobos, i climbed out of my bed hold and looked out the kitchen window, you have to keep your eyes on the hobos, or they'll fling your non refundables all about your yard. but these were high class hobos, they had a big white van where they put all the blue bags they could get their repugnant hands on. i still hated them. i found them gross. and now what i find is myself with very little to say. i'm content, there are things i want, very badly some, but nothing is making me want to cry or even stab. i like my job fine. i like who i like who i work with a lot. frogs are nice. i still may call in sick today. i have to. so i might.
i hated yesterday. no matter how much i pretend, i can't, in my head, deny it. i am just as stupid as everyone else. i was strait up depressed in the afternoon for a good three hours. a bad three hours. curses.
i didn't know i was so fooly.
i like our parties cause they're kinda boring. i like the cram of people who are really pretty awesome just drinking and talking and smoking. and that none of our friends are destructive twats. that's so childish. writing on walls, breaking and stealing things, setting things aflame. i am so glad I don't have the mentality of..idonno...a trashy shipyarder who's drunk parents beat them retarded and never taught them any social graces... so yeah, i think our last two parties were fabulous. tho i did get drunk the night before and invite a lot of people i didn't really want to come(And a few i did want)luck for me meant those i didn't want didn't come. some i did want didn't too, but that's ok, it all works out in the end.
here comes a fact, i'm so glad rory has finely started doing what he was put on earth to do.
and here is a wonder, i wonder who was that boy with that shirt on last week, i think i'm in love. don't know who the fuck he is, or if i'd even recognize him now that i'm sober, but he was so nice to look at...i liked everything he was putting out there...good boy.
what i've learned from this is not much other than i like handsome boys and people with manners.