white skies and french fries.
after i left robyne's saturday night, i realized that i am really lonely. lonely enough to want a girlfriend again. this is not good. i got back to the house and didn't go to bed until 6am sunday morning. i'm not sure why though. at the time, i might've been mad. i might've been lonely. i might've been not tired. maybe, i just might've been.
natalie came by sunday night. we had dinner at triumph and i hardly ate any food. instead, my body decided to sweat profusely. awesome. it was good times regardless. she put me in such a great mood, and i thank her for that. we celebrated her first foray into the internet and then came back, took pictures, walked around campus, snuck into the boy's bathroom, and listened to ludacris.
data let me borrow a nokia phone while my samsung is busted. so people can call me and send me text messages and i know who they are. time to change bruce's water.
why can't i be on the recieving end of these words?
why can't i just pull the trigger, clear the chamber, and blow you out?