breakfast "cruz" (read below and you'll see its a clever pun.think "cruise". HA!)
cruz wanted to take me to breakfast this morning and i offered to meet him at school early. and he said hed just pick me up (even though i live 20minutes away from him) and take me to eat then take us to school. so we went to starbucks and he insisted on paying and we just talked and joked around. when guys first meet me, they think im cute, naive, and funny/quirky. for about two or three weeks, theyre like entranced. later, my cuteness&quirkiness isnt as new, or appealing and then im just nice/naive. hes still entranced, but it wont last and i dont want it to last. hes nice and hes cool and cute, but he's not my type. and even if he was, i dont date anymore. hell, i dont even fool around anymore!
hangin with kristin 2night till 10 when christine is off. some psycho bitch from chris's work (where chris is night manager) smashed the computers at work and went all crazy, then smashed in chris's window and tried to smash in the big boss' too. shes been calling and texting chris at work and on her cell threatening her and going on about things that dont even make sense. like about dancing and the bible and apologizing and stuff. i guess the crazy girl's a tweaker who they fired. figures. fuckin tweakers. im very open minded, but i dont associate with anyone who tweaks. even if they only do it every once in a while. once could be a mistake, but that shit changes people and never ina good way. it makes people braindead and crazy and violent and mean. twack is whack, my friends! WHACK!
another thing that's whack is that cops go around busting peaceful potheads and writing up teens who smoke underage(even though they are fully mentally capable of understanding the risks and consequences associated with it), but when some crazy tweaker threatens someone's life they issue a restraining order and call it done. theyve hardly even LOOKEED for this girl! and what good will a restraining order do?if the bitch is willing to damage property in front of dozens of people and leaven evidence of threatening another person with death, i dont think shell really be too concerned with a restraining order. that shit is whack too.
hopefully goin out all night 2morrow. maybe with caty? im gonna call her when im done with this. i think fridays are half days at SM? it seems so long ago that i (not so)proudly wore that plaid skirt and collared shirt. ahhh...
hangin with kristin 2night till 10 when christine is off. some psycho bitch from chris's work (where chris is night manager) smashed the computers at work and went all crazy, then smashed in chris's window and tried to smash in the big boss' too. shes been calling and texting chris at work and on her cell threatening her and going on about things that dont even make sense. like about dancing and the bible and apologizing and stuff. i guess the crazy girl's a tweaker who they fired. figures. fuckin tweakers. im very open minded, but i dont associate with anyone who tweaks. even if they only do it every once in a while. once could be a mistake, but that shit changes people and never ina good way. it makes people braindead and crazy and violent and mean. twack is whack, my friends! WHACK!
another thing that's whack is that cops go around busting peaceful potheads and writing up teens who smoke underage(even though they are fully mentally capable of understanding the risks and consequences associated with it), but when some crazy tweaker threatens someone's life they issue a restraining order and call it done. theyve hardly even LOOKEED for this girl! and what good will a restraining order do?if the bitch is willing to damage property in front of dozens of people and leaven evidence of threatening another person with death, i dont think shell really be too concerned with a restraining order. that shit is whack too.
hopefully goin out all night 2morrow. maybe with caty? im gonna call her when im done with this. i think fridays are half days at SM? it seems so long ago that i (not so)proudly wore that plaid skirt and collared shirt. ahhh...