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oh my gawwwwwd.
i spent a lot of time in muncie tonight trying to find my way home. it's not so much that i was lost, but i definitely didn't know where the fuck i was, or anything to do to remedy my situation.
i got here to my grandparents' house, since i'm house sitting for the evening (Would've been awesome had i told you earlier so maybe some of you could be hanging out with me right now or cuddling with me instead of me sitting on dial up writing in livejournal). i don't really know what to do, 'cause no one was on aim express, and i don't know. i could just listen to some music on the awesome surround sound, but i'm kind of creeped out being here by myself. if you were inside this house with me, i think you might understand.
the show tonight was awesome. hanging out with people was most definitely cool. riding alone was not that bad, and i didn't spend that much money on gas.
kelsi, answer my phone calls, for reaaaalz.
i got some taco hell and they fucked up my order. that definitely sucked because i paid for two orders of cinnamon twists, and got two orders of potatoes, what the fuck?
i could really go for some cinnamon twists now. ughhhhhhh.
fucking late night taco bell employees not knowing me well enough and shit. if only the diner had been open so i could've just SEEN the food, instead of being too absent minded to look at it.
i miss josh wolfe. i feel that i never see this man enough. ever since you moved to bloomington, you've turned towards other men, and i feel your gayism was held within drinking and holy bible combined. holy bible totally kicked you in the dick out the door towards alabama's coasts so you could finally see the ocean and be less of a female at heart. i love you man, and i miss you a lot. definitely miss you, dude. hope all is well way south of here. take care of yourself, and send a cumshot into the ocean for your brother.
this dog is all up on me inside my grandma's house, for real dogg, keep it reals.
i called like ten people on the way home from muncie, where the fuck is everyone? is it really that late? i even called the people i didn't even WANT to talk to, what is wrong with me!?
i'm to that point in life. it feels like a lot have gotten here before me. but, at least the path was paven with the feet of many lost souls. a comfortable ride all the way here, a bit jaded, but as said before, the road was long traveled before me. many people have headed towards rock bottom, but many turn away before realizing their natural born predirectorial sorts.
i'm to that point in life. where rock bottom is something to look forward to, and further down is the only thing ahead. optimism would've killed that high horse and sent me trucking back on upwards. "it can only be uphill from here," said the naive man with a trenchcoat and lack of inspiration. false. the longest roads were dug far below with a slight hint of sedonism and unrealistic pride.
i'm to that point in life. where i pulled the covers over my eyes to block the smoke coming from the wreckage of my past empires which have fallen. i can listen for you, but you're not listening. i can talk about you, but you don't even notice. it's all far too sophisticated for a consumed soul lost among the dream that is complete and utter unity via love and happiness.
call it optimism, but that's not me. pessimism. pessimism. pessimism.
hopefully this'll end the constant nightmare called life that i live. complete and utter happiness is a pipe dream that's far too deep for any mario and/or luigi to dive into.
i spent a lot of time in muncie tonight trying to find my way home. it's not so much that i was lost, but i definitely didn't know where the fuck i was, or anything to do to remedy my situation.
i got here to my grandparents' house, since i'm house sitting for the evening (Would've been awesome had i told you earlier so maybe some of you could be hanging out with me right now or cuddling with me instead of me sitting on dial up writing in livejournal). i don't really know what to do, 'cause no one was on aim express, and i don't know. i could just listen to some music on the awesome surround sound, but i'm kind of creeped out being here by myself. if you were inside this house with me, i think you might understand.
the show tonight was awesome. hanging out with people was most definitely cool. riding alone was not that bad, and i didn't spend that much money on gas.
kelsi, answer my phone calls, for reaaaalz.
i got some taco hell and they fucked up my order. that definitely sucked because i paid for two orders of cinnamon twists, and got two orders of potatoes, what the fuck?
i could really go for some cinnamon twists now. ughhhhhhh.
fucking late night taco bell employees not knowing me well enough and shit. if only the diner had been open so i could've just SEEN the food, instead of being too absent minded to look at it.
i miss josh wolfe. i feel that i never see this man enough. ever since you moved to bloomington, you've turned towards other men, and i feel your gayism was held within drinking and holy bible combined. holy bible totally kicked you in the dick out the door towards alabama's coasts so you could finally see the ocean and be less of a female at heart. i love you man, and i miss you a lot. definitely miss you, dude. hope all is well way south of here. take care of yourself, and send a cumshot into the ocean for your brother.
this dog is all up on me inside my grandma's house, for real dogg, keep it reals.
i called like ten people on the way home from muncie, where the fuck is everyone? is it really that late? i even called the people i didn't even WANT to talk to, what is wrong with me!?
i'm to that point in life. it feels like a lot have gotten here before me. but, at least the path was paven with the feet of many lost souls. a comfortable ride all the way here, a bit jaded, but as said before, the road was long traveled before me. many people have headed towards rock bottom, but many turn away before realizing their natural born predirectorial sorts.
i'm to that point in life. where rock bottom is something to look forward to, and further down is the only thing ahead. optimism would've killed that high horse and sent me trucking back on upwards. "it can only be uphill from here," said the naive man with a trenchcoat and lack of inspiration. false. the longest roads were dug far below with a slight hint of sedonism and unrealistic pride.
i'm to that point in life. where i pulled the covers over my eyes to block the smoke coming from the wreckage of my past empires which have fallen. i can listen for you, but you're not listening. i can talk about you, but you don't even notice. it's all far too sophisticated for a consumed soul lost among the dream that is complete and utter unity via love and happiness.
call it optimism, but that's not me. pessimism. pessimism. pessimism.
hopefully this'll end the constant nightmare called life that i live. complete and utter happiness is a pipe dream that's far too deep for any mario and/or luigi to dive into.