I Cry When I Masturbate
So yeah, back again; like that horrible case of herpes that you just can't get rid of. I'm still here in fucking Hicksville working my ass off and trying to be a good student. The only time I've had free to have some fun was last night. Me, momma, Nicole, and Mr. Redneck (Phil), went out to the ocean to fish. Well, the women were women and didn't wanna fish, so me and Phil stayed up just getting drunk and fishing. I caught a really small one the whole night while Phil just kept reeling them in; that son of a bitch. Oh well, school and work, work and school; my life is just spinning in a repeated pattern; and I hate the same shit over and over again. I think I need to actually hang out with some people my age and stop being anti-social; but it's just so easy. I was gonna smoke a joint tonite with this big black guy that looks like the drummer from the roots, but my boss is a nit picking asshole and made me stay 25 minutes longer, so I told him to spark it up without me. Damn. But luckily, I found my mother's liqour cabinet. I was thinking of being real punk and painting my fingernails black, then drinking it all to get back at her for bringing me into this dark and tormented world (a little goth, too) She has a brand new bottle of crown, and out of all the liqour she said I could have, she told me not to touch the crown cause she drinks it. God damn you mom, why do you have to be so damn cool?!?!?!? Wow, that was pretty gay; and I think I say that in every journal entry; how gay I am and shit. Just counting down the days until somebody actually finds a picture of me in drag making out with some other guy at a party. *Sigh* Good times. I mean......um......uhhhhhh.......yeah, I gotta go. For this entry, I'm Cory Benson. Go fuck yourself San Diego.