"but these white girls, they got ass too..."
I am so fucking sick of stupid-ass hoes. This shit makes me want to kill someone, and were I a different person, I just might. How the hell do you think you can go fuck up my boy's life for a year then start in with one of my good friends? NO, I don't think so you punk ass cunt bitch. If you were worth my time, I WOULD say this shit to you instead of getting my agression out on the keyboard. Eveyone knows you're an emotional nutcase...you're not worth my time, and I'll make sure he knows you're not worth his time either.
I hate waking up to becoming upset in the mornings. "...to avoid you, sober and upset in the morning..." is exactly how I feel. People, get the hell away from me. In fact, get the hell away from here. Stop cluttering up my city with your damn commercialism and expensive summer homes. You're only increasing the class war, and one day it will overtake you, just wait. Wait until Keller Williams Realty is really gonna blow up your house. See how your mortgage works out then, bitches.
So last night I got in a fight at the videostore. It was both our faults, but as a result I didn't watch Adrien Brody's new movie "The Jacket" with Kiera Knightley. Who cares. Better than getting in fistfights, I guess. It's like 3 weeks or some shit 'til we move back into UNCA; I'd just as soon stay year-round instead of carting everything around every four months. Last night we ate dinner at Three Brother's Restaurant, which a local Greek place (since 1959)near the Civic Center and Montford. I went to school with a girl who was in the family, but I didn't see her and the restaurant always makes me sad. Almost only old people eat there, and you have to watch them walk out with their canes, peering at their bills, some of them alone or waiting on their wives. I know they've eaten there for years and years...anyways, it makes me sad. I'm always afraid older people have no one to care about them, and that when I get old I'll be alone. Alone because of all my bad decisions with men.
In better news, Felt 2 dropped and it was shipped to my house, thanks to SG. It's what hiphop should be; I feel like I can tell all the enjoyment Slug, Murs, and Ant derived from making this album- it's absolutely terrific. The best tracks are "Dirty Girl," "Break You Down Like a Shotgun," and "Woman Tonight." Also, he bought me a pair of New Balances that just came out. Get this...they have WHITE soles. I'm so excited; hope it doesn't rain today so I can sport them. Also, I finally saw Becca the other day, and that was cool. I miss my UNCA friends, and ever since I went to Boone I haven't even really chilled wit my AHS homies. I need to clean the whole house, pack my shit into one place for when the time comes, but whatever. I won't be going to Cali but don't even care. I'm finally getting some plans together for this life and everything seems okay. I've realized I have to be myself, and not overly-emotional for anyone, otherwise I won't be content. We'll see how everything is 6 months from now. peace.
I hate waking up to becoming upset in the mornings. "...to avoid you, sober and upset in the morning..." is exactly how I feel. People, get the hell away from me. In fact, get the hell away from here. Stop cluttering up my city with your damn commercialism and expensive summer homes. You're only increasing the class war, and one day it will overtake you, just wait. Wait until Keller Williams Realty is really gonna blow up your house. See how your mortgage works out then, bitches.
So last night I got in a fight at the videostore. It was both our faults, but as a result I didn't watch Adrien Brody's new movie "The Jacket" with Kiera Knightley. Who cares. Better than getting in fistfights, I guess. It's like 3 weeks or some shit 'til we move back into UNCA; I'd just as soon stay year-round instead of carting everything around every four months. Last night we ate dinner at Three Brother's Restaurant, which a local Greek place (since 1959)near the Civic Center and Montford. I went to school with a girl who was in the family, but I didn't see her and the restaurant always makes me sad. Almost only old people eat there, and you have to watch them walk out with their canes, peering at their bills, some of them alone or waiting on their wives. I know they've eaten there for years and years...anyways, it makes me sad. I'm always afraid older people have no one to care about them, and that when I get old I'll be alone. Alone because of all my bad decisions with men.
In better news, Felt 2 dropped and it was shipped to my house, thanks to SG. It's what hiphop should be; I feel like I can tell all the enjoyment Slug, Murs, and Ant derived from making this album- it's absolutely terrific. The best tracks are "Dirty Girl," "Break You Down Like a Shotgun," and "Woman Tonight." Also, he bought me a pair of New Balances that just came out. Get this...they have WHITE soles. I'm so excited; hope it doesn't rain today so I can sport them. Also, I finally saw Becca the other day, and that was cool. I miss my UNCA friends, and ever since I went to Boone I haven't even really chilled wit my AHS homies. I need to clean the whole house, pack my shit into one place for when the time comes, but whatever. I won't be going to Cali but don't even care. I'm finally getting some plans together for this life and everything seems okay. I've realized I have to be myself, and not overly-emotional for anyone, otherwise I won't be content. We'll see how everything is 6 months from now. peace.