I live in a giant bucket.
Had an interesting dream about Walker last night. Well, this morning really. He was all over me and I was all like, "No, sorry man, I'm a prude." He didn't believe me so I turned to Kathy who was also in the room and said, "Am I a prude?" and she turned to Walker and said, "She's a prude."
I can't wait to move to an area that is quieter at night. I'm sick of kids skateboarding in my parking lot, sick of homies blasting crappy music in their cars, and I'm damn sick of big trucks driving around at 7.30am. I'm sure whatever they have to deliver can wait a few hours. Asses.
Turns out I may need the $600 today. Oh, Mommy! Remember how I love you?
I need school. I'm going crazy with my thoughts. Distraction is the key.
"Now it is time to see how you died. Remember that death is not the end, but only a transition."
Going to Kathy's today. A bunch of us may be going to the hill tonight to listen to the Cher concert. Well, it all depends (for me) on how late it is and whether or not I can grab a bus home. I look forward to being able to grab the good ol'dependable #1 home. Any bus that comes every 15 minutes (10 during rush hour) is a god.
I should bathe.
-Nikki