just wear it.
when i feel like crap, i like to cook. so yeah, i drove to publix this morning -by myself :D - and bought some cereal and marshmallows and other stuff that i was thinking about making. i became friends with the bag boy. he was really nice, he told me i had white teeth. i'm gonna go visit him again sometime. so yeah, i get home, and i still feel like shit. so i start making rice crispies treats... as i wait for them to cool i go out on my street and pick flowers from my neighbors gardens. one of them came outside their house to get the newspaper while i was in the process. i felt like an asshole. but yeah, whatever. so i go home and start using the fucking little cookie cutter shits to cut out the shapes of the rice crispies, and yeah, i cut the little flowers and people and stuff, and then, i just ate all the leftover stuff. damnit. so yeah, that just makes me feel like more crap. and then it makes me want to cook more, and because of that, i eat more. and its a fucking neverending cycle. i didn't go out last night because of that. some people (louis, seabass -?- and alex) stopped by to talk and say hi, and after they left, i went to sleep. we were talking about coke and stuff. and how they have a friend who because of it was really skinny. and i hated the fact that when i went to bed all i could think of was where to get some for myself. ehh. whatever.
i hope everyone has lots of fun today. and tonight. ..:be safe kids:..
- deda.