You don't really have to read this
I was telling Katie about this and I'll restate my...statement. I visit the LJ site with ideas up the ass floating around in my head, but when I get here I lose all steam. It's like shitty writer's block. I was gonna write about how hard it is keeping secrets, or about how I've been in this country 10 years and 12 days and how my life is definately not what I had pictured for myself. I was gonna write about how insecure Rohan isn't really as insecure anymore; how good things do actually happen to good people; how to cure world hunger...so on and so forth.
So I have the ideas that I wanted to talk about, but I can't really say much more about them. She sells sea shells by the sea shore. Betty bought some butter but the butter was bitter; so Betty bought some better butter to make the bitter butter better. Bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter. Am I bitter? Am I bitter? Am I bitter? Yes...I am bitter. I am bitter about hypocrites. I'm bitter about people who get on other people's cases about not doing something but in turn not doing anything. I'm bitter about the fact that I got so angry last week that I was in tears. I haven't been that mad since I was like 15ish. I don't like it when people insinuate that I don't do work. Maybe I may not do as much work as them, but I'll be damned if I don't bust my ass when need be.
I got a call asking for directions around Gainesville this morning....Gainesville, Gatorville, The Swamp. Those were good times in my life. I would like to be back at that point in my life again. That would be fun. But, I moved...running away from a few problems. Run away...that's what I always used to do. Until about December, I never really saw anything through. But, I'm glad I've changed that. For, I stuck through Regal making my problems better; stuck through H&R Block making some niice bank. Sticking through shit seems to work. From now on, maybe I'll be known as the guy who finishes what he started.
I'm hungry...it's time for me to eat. Pe@ce out Bitches
So I have the ideas that I wanted to talk about, but I can't really say much more about them. She sells sea shells by the sea shore. Betty bought some butter but the butter was bitter; so Betty bought some better butter to make the bitter butter better. Bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter. Am I bitter? Am I bitter? Am I bitter? Yes...I am bitter. I am bitter about hypocrites. I'm bitter about people who get on other people's cases about not doing something but in turn not doing anything. I'm bitter about the fact that I got so angry last week that I was in tears. I haven't been that mad since I was like 15ish. I don't like it when people insinuate that I don't do work. Maybe I may not do as much work as them, but I'll be damned if I don't bust my ass when need be.
I got a call asking for directions around Gainesville this morning....Gainesville, Gatorville, The Swamp. Those were good times in my life. I would like to be back at that point in my life again. That would be fun. But, I moved...running away from a few problems. Run away...that's what I always used to do. Until about December, I never really saw anything through. But, I'm glad I've changed that. For, I stuck through Regal making my problems better; stuck through H&R Block making some niice bank. Sticking through shit seems to work. From now on, maybe I'll be known as the guy who finishes what he started.
I'm hungry...it's time for me to eat. Pe@ce out Bitches