Oct 30, 2004 22:39
i'm selling the better part of me away.
i'm selling what i use to know. what i use to be.
i am selling it all away.
my guitars. my drum set. my equipment. all of it.
credit cards are cancer for the addictive personality.
it was like. oh... pretty - i must have it. two hundred dollar jeans. hundred dollar zip ups. shoes. presents for pretty girls. dinners on me. 1500 dollars later i am in hell.
so now here i am on a saturday night. ignoring phone calls just so i'm not tempted to go out and spend more money. stealing clothes so i'm not tempted to buy it myself. stealing hats from my job just so i have something new to put on tommorow. what the fuck is wrong with me? get a life jessica.
halloween tommorow. angela and i are going 80s and i'm going to blast 80s music from our stereo. nich isn't working so she can't yell at me.
new developement: i have a hat slash touque addiction. trucker hats don't look bad on me. same with baseball hats. i stole a argyll hat. tommorow... john deer; actually no i'll pay for that one. oh dear i'm going to get fired.