gangsta shit

[luciofulci]

lately i find myself trying to compensate for my lack of anything real or meaningful in my life.. by trying to fill the void with late night bike rides, obsessing over the future, and too much coffee. ive also found myself becoming sick of everything ive became and liked or the last few years. everything seems so tedious and pointless. i try to end this by going on silly "adventures" and doing things that are completely uncanny of me. it never works, i should learn by now. truly i am happy with things even if i seem uneasy. shiiitttt how can i not be? court tv, new bikes, moving out, listening to too much jazzanova and dj krush, seeing old friends, finishing new books and reminising about the road trip.

late nights of cards, ease dropping, dicussing books and fools, and being with someone who has way too much wit for the night, puts me in a weird mood.

if anyone finds A Leon, please make him come home.

halloween is right around the corner.. i think over half of my livejournal posts mention halloween in some way or another..