Nov 28, 2005 14:32
I write poems for my brothers.... that's so gay... but I can't help it... I care. I CARE DAMN IT! Sky smile and be happy!
Sonya hates me now... I went to her house for the first time since the party and she didn't have shit to say to me. She yelled at me at the extremly tame party and I yelled back. Lack of sleep and some vodka was to thank for that. She may be bitch all the time but I don't think she can beat me after I've had a few. I should buy her a cake and say sorry, for what, I don't know. Adults have late night cookouts and we're fucking adults. But I want to be on good terms with the woman seeing how I rent from her. I should get my head out of clouds and back down where all human activity occurs; back in the text books. I have a test-o in the morning and a theory paper to start. Indian food will have to wait. I'm also a frigg'n pauper right now, drinking out of the sweet one's kitty dish.
See you cats later.