Shit yeah I do!!!
I have been saying that wayyy too much lately and I can't figure out for the life of me where it came from.
Me and Billy went to his Dad's the other night, (Tuesday I think), it was a pretty good time. I just about spent all of my time with Scott. He's so much fun, it's so amazing that he and Billy are brothers, they are not much alike. Scott gave me some DVDs and told me to come back out sometime. I think that I just might take him up on that.
So I'm kinda out of my slump. I met some pretty cool cats Monday night. Bill is the one that sticks in my head... probably because he was the coolest and he and I bonded. He is so fucking hardcore, I really admire him and I hope that I get a chance to hang out with him some more.
Joe was being such an ass tonight. He has been for the past week. I hate when he acts like this. I just never know how to talk to him. I know that that sounds weird, but it's the best way for me to describe it.
I got a totally sweet rebel flag zippo for Joe for his birthday though. I hope that he likes it, but I know that he will.
I am losing my touch. I just can't read people anymore and I am so tired of playing guessing games. I just wish that everyone could be blunt, straight to the point instead of whining and beating around the bush. I whine and bitch and complain and piss and moan WAYYYY too much.
It's like I don't even know how to be anymore. That makes completely no sense.
I wish that I was as quick witted with everyone else, as I am with myself.
Well Adam called me the other night and Josh already moved. It kind of upset me because he left no number, no address. I know where he is but it is just the principal of the matter. I don't know. I just miss him. Crazy, I know, but it's Josh.
I bought the sweetest toy EVER and I already tore it up. It's this remote control monster truck, but it runs on gas. It is totally sweet and I was playing with it and I jumped it off a snow bank and it flipped and tore up. Billy has to fix it now. But I guess it is for the best since the gas for it is $20 a fucking gallon and I can't even afford to put gas in MY truck, let alone my fucking toys. Oh well.
Well I guess that I better get in the bed before I pass out.
Me and Billy went to his Dad's the other night, (Tuesday I think), it was a pretty good time. I just about spent all of my time with Scott. He's so much fun, it's so amazing that he and Billy are brothers, they are not much alike. Scott gave me some DVDs and told me to come back out sometime. I think that I just might take him up on that.
So I'm kinda out of my slump. I met some pretty cool cats Monday night. Bill is the one that sticks in my head... probably because he was the coolest and he and I bonded. He is so fucking hardcore, I really admire him and I hope that I get a chance to hang out with him some more.
Joe was being such an ass tonight. He has been for the past week. I hate when he acts like this. I just never know how to talk to him. I know that that sounds weird, but it's the best way for me to describe it.
I got a totally sweet rebel flag zippo for Joe for his birthday though. I hope that he likes it, but I know that he will.
I am losing my touch. I just can't read people anymore and I am so tired of playing guessing games. I just wish that everyone could be blunt, straight to the point instead of whining and beating around the bush. I whine and bitch and complain and piss and moan WAYYYY too much.
It's like I don't even know how to be anymore. That makes completely no sense.
I wish that I was as quick witted with everyone else, as I am with myself.
Well Adam called me the other night and Josh already moved. It kind of upset me because he left no number, no address. I know where he is but it is just the principal of the matter. I don't know. I just miss him. Crazy, I know, but it's Josh.
I bought the sweetest toy EVER and I already tore it up. It's this remote control monster truck, but it runs on gas. It is totally sweet and I was playing with it and I jumped it off a snow bank and it flipped and tore up. Billy has to fix it now. But I guess it is for the best since the gas for it is $20 a fucking gallon and I can't even afford to put gas in MY truck, let alone my fucking toys. Oh well.
Well I guess that I better get in the bed before I pass out.