This is the scent of dead skin on the linoleum floor...
What is this live journal you speak of?
I today realized I'm really much more selfish than I let on.
"I guess I only claim to be nice..."
Half of me wants people to stay the same and the other half wants them to be what I know they're capable of. Either way, I'm unhappy. I guess you're right, I really do want everything.
In other news my trip home from Long Island took three hours because the MTA can't get their shit together. In reality though, it was because there was a subway flood and there were no trains running from Jamaica into Astoria. So I had the privilege of taking another LIRR train from Jamaica to Woodside only to wait another half hour for the bus.
So after this ordeal I get home only to have my mother walk in 15 minutes later screaming at me for god knows what (I recently stopped listening to anything she has to say, regardless of decibel range) and tell me to leave my keys and get out of her house (which ironically enough, my father still pays the rent for even though he no longer lives there). So I did just that. Fuck it. I can't wait until I just pack up and go and never speak to her again. So now I'm at Miner's depleting her alcohol supply at a steady pace.
Oh, I got my license for anyone who cares. As soon as my car is registered and insured I'm gone. I don't know where to. Anywhere but here. Who's coming with me?
I broke my cell phone, so I have no one's phone numbers. If you desire contact with me, please comment and leave your number. (I keep my comments screened, only I will see your number, so fear not.)
See you when I see you.
LaRz
I today realized I'm really much more selfish than I let on.
"I guess I only claim to be nice..."
Half of me wants people to stay the same and the other half wants them to be what I know they're capable of. Either way, I'm unhappy. I guess you're right, I really do want everything.
In other news my trip home from Long Island took three hours because the MTA can't get their shit together. In reality though, it was because there was a subway flood and there were no trains running from Jamaica into Astoria. So I had the privilege of taking another LIRR train from Jamaica to Woodside only to wait another half hour for the bus.
So after this ordeal I get home only to have my mother walk in 15 minutes later screaming at me for god knows what (I recently stopped listening to anything she has to say, regardless of decibel range) and tell me to leave my keys and get out of her house (which ironically enough, my father still pays the rent for even though he no longer lives there). So I did just that. Fuck it. I can't wait until I just pack up and go and never speak to her again. So now I'm at Miner's depleting her alcohol supply at a steady pace.
Oh, I got my license for anyone who cares. As soon as my car is registered and insured I'm gone. I don't know where to. Anywhere but here. Who's coming with me?
I broke my cell phone, so I have no one's phone numbers. If you desire contact with me, please comment and leave your number. (I keep my comments screened, only I will see your number, so fear not.)
See you when I see you.
LaRz