May 11, 2003 13:50
hm. I shall attempt to write about yesterday.
He called her, so she calls me freakin and we do that old 15 year old "oh my god..what do i wear" thing. I end up lookin like a freaky 90s grunge project..I change to a skirt and t-shirt and all is well. lol.
We head out to the adventures of the ghetto in an old cadillac. With loud boy sex music. Oh wow. Car rides there are amazing, in the backseat. He turns and says, "Don't got no breaks..You guys ready to dance?" It was more than exhilarating and at that point, death wasn't even an option.(I quote mels)
We drink some and the like and talk. Tell dirty nasty jokes and laugh. We go back to the house and watch home videos. The years that hadn't passed by them. They were still the same friends,the same meaning. The inching closer and the stupid movements to analyze.
We left around 4am. Parents say nothing. Its mother's day, and mother is not home. She never is. Where is my mother?..where has she been all these years? I could cry or simply accept the fact.
I got no money
I spent it all on a big black Cadillac yea honey
We’re gonna ride ride ride
If everything could feel so real as this