here's the thing.
blake made me cry today. he doesn't know it, but he did.
also he was telling me how if i keep smoking cloves, i am going to rip holes in my lungs.
i was like, fuck you mr. 'i smoke two or more packs of regular cigarettes a day'.
this is all so irrelevant because that is not why i cried.
today i finished writing the only song i've written so far that i'm actually a little proud of.
i am going to tweak it and hopefully put it up on the interwebz soon.
i am in the weirdest mood today.
it's not bad but it's also not good at all.
i need to bring down all the dishes that have accumulated in my room but i don't feel like it.
i want to take a bath but i won't because baths bring up the water bill.
i want to hang out with blake tonight but i can't because what's her face is here.
i want to go out for coffee and a cinnamon roll with my dad and tell him about all of these boy woes and ask him why they are so weird and get a really really great hug, but i can't because he's dead.
i want to be outside but it's crappy weather fest '09.
i wish david lopez would accept my offer for peace and civility and friendship.
i don't really care if he's in my life because i'll be absolutely fine either way,
i just don't get why people have to be so bitter and hold so many grudges when it's just not necessary.
that stuff, it'll rot your soul you guys.
bleepbleepbleepboopbopbop.
i think i just need a nap and some food maybe.
also he was telling me how if i keep smoking cloves, i am going to rip holes in my lungs.
i was like, fuck you mr. 'i smoke two or more packs of regular cigarettes a day'.
this is all so irrelevant because that is not why i cried.
today i finished writing the only song i've written so far that i'm actually a little proud of.
i am going to tweak it and hopefully put it up on the interwebz soon.
i am in the weirdest mood today.
it's not bad but it's also not good at all.
i need to bring down all the dishes that have accumulated in my room but i don't feel like it.
i want to take a bath but i won't because baths bring up the water bill.
i want to hang out with blake tonight but i can't because what's her face is here.
i want to go out for coffee and a cinnamon roll with my dad and tell him about all of these boy woes and ask him why they are so weird and get a really really great hug, but i can't because he's dead.
i want to be outside but it's crappy weather fest '09.
i wish david lopez would accept my offer for peace and civility and friendship.
i don't really care if he's in my life because i'll be absolutely fine either way,
i just don't get why people have to be so bitter and hold so many grudges when it's just not necessary.
that stuff, it'll rot your soul you guys.
bleepbleepbleepboopbopbop.
i think i just need a nap and some food maybe.