i'll be waiting...with a gun and a pack of sandwhiches...
went to the ant tonight. helluva show they have there called "the weekend" (not to be confused with that shitty local band with the lead singer that looks like frodo...by the way, have you noticed that a lot of lead singers in local bands look like douchebags??!). It was a fucking hilarious show and my friend sam was great in it as always. it was fun. the best part about it is michael came with his girlfriend, and nilesh met up with the girl that he's kinda sorta dating so i was the lucky 5th wheel. go me!! during intermission i snuck out for a cigarette and felt like the grey charlie brown cloud was hovering over me. i'm glad nilesh met a girl though who's actually really cool, and he seems to like her too.
so i had this dream last night that kind of got to me in the morning when i began to process it. i was walking down the street where i grew up with a small infant child that looked like my new born nephew, although it wasn't my nephew it was my own child. and i remember telling him that i liked him a lot, but i couldn't keep him because i wouldn't be a good dad. and i started telling him that i was selfish and immature and wouldn't be good for him at all. so in essence, i broke up with my own child. how sad is that? it still blows my mind to think that my dad had me at my age now.
you know what's awesome about living at home?? free food. you know what sucks? there's no fucking ritz crackers in the house.
so i had this dream last night that kind of got to me in the morning when i began to process it. i was walking down the street where i grew up with a small infant child that looked like my new born nephew, although it wasn't my nephew it was my own child. and i remember telling him that i liked him a lot, but i couldn't keep him because i wouldn't be a good dad. and i started telling him that i was selfish and immature and wouldn't be good for him at all. so in essence, i broke up with my own child. how sad is that? it still blows my mind to think that my dad had me at my age now.
you know what's awesome about living at home?? free food. you know what sucks? there's no fucking ritz crackers in the house.