"i collect kittens teeth for satan"
"Your name is Goon, you know why? Because you're ugly and retarded, you're an ugly retard. That's why your name is Goon, and it always will be Goon. Goon Goon Goon Goon Goon. So fuck you."
funny movie. yeah, so no doing barrel work with Monica. I really like working with her. but I hate this town. it's pretty.... but all I do is sit inside and read and watch movies. I can't really go for walks or anything like that. I walk third street sometimes, but it's about a block long. I don't like living with the people I am because they're 55 year old bachelors who think they know everything and they don't. it's all bullshit they pull out of their ass that they think they read about 15 years ago. It's messy and cluttered and the water smells heavily of sulfer. I just want to take a bath without the smell of rotten eggs. i just hate when people act so high and mighty and god for bid i argue with them, because they're so right. fuck off. im not really too upset about it actually, i just wanted to say that. im actually pretty happy. i just don't like people. i think i love to hate people. only the people that hold themselves so highly when they shouldn't. some people i've found, even if they annoy the shit out of me, at least they don't think they're some kind of gift from god when they're more like gods vomit. i think that a lot of friends neglect friends because "they'll always be there" so they focus on people they're worried are going to run out of their lifes if they dont try to grab on. then once they're gone, they call their friends and whine about it. i dont know... i actually cant stop thinking about that movie KIDS. and i also can't stop thinking about the fact that the opposite sex sucks salty balls. maybe im insane. i think about that a lot. especially at nights when i think about weird things before i go to bed. and then when i wake up and think about my fucked up dreams. apparently, im not his type. who the fuck has a type? he called my punk rock, and underground. no... no im not. where to people get these things from. he doesn't even know who i am. plus he talks to much. he should listen more. i wish i knew more things, i feel dumb sometimes. i've written a lot. i dont think that was my intention when i got on the computer. oh well. fuck it. fuck thinking i need friends. fuck whoever is playing carly simon downstairs.....
i swear i am happy. i am, im just complaining. i make wine, and that's awesome. everytime i look up from work. it's georgous even if it's raining. i have a lot to be happy about... but who wants to talk about good news on here. there's no point.
funny movie. yeah, so no doing barrel work with Monica. I really like working with her. but I hate this town. it's pretty.... but all I do is sit inside and read and watch movies. I can't really go for walks or anything like that. I walk third street sometimes, but it's about a block long. I don't like living with the people I am because they're 55 year old bachelors who think they know everything and they don't. it's all bullshit they pull out of their ass that they think they read about 15 years ago. It's messy and cluttered and the water smells heavily of sulfer. I just want to take a bath without the smell of rotten eggs. i just hate when people act so high and mighty and god for bid i argue with them, because they're so right. fuck off. im not really too upset about it actually, i just wanted to say that. im actually pretty happy. i just don't like people. i think i love to hate people. only the people that hold themselves so highly when they shouldn't. some people i've found, even if they annoy the shit out of me, at least they don't think they're some kind of gift from god when they're more like gods vomit. i think that a lot of friends neglect friends because "they'll always be there" so they focus on people they're worried are going to run out of their lifes if they dont try to grab on. then once they're gone, they call their friends and whine about it. i dont know... i actually cant stop thinking about that movie KIDS. and i also can't stop thinking about the fact that the opposite sex sucks salty balls. maybe im insane. i think about that a lot. especially at nights when i think about weird things before i go to bed. and then when i wake up and think about my fucked up dreams. apparently, im not his type. who the fuck has a type? he called my punk rock, and underground. no... no im not. where to people get these things from. he doesn't even know who i am. plus he talks to much. he should listen more. i wish i knew more things, i feel dumb sometimes. i've written a lot. i dont think that was my intention when i got on the computer. oh well. fuck it. fuck thinking i need friends. fuck whoever is playing carly simon downstairs.....
i swear i am happy. i am, im just complaining. i make wine, and that's awesome. everytime i look up from work. it's georgous even if it's raining. i have a lot to be happy about... but who wants to talk about good news on here. there's no point.