Woah
Hey, Livejournal. How are things?
Well, well. Things are good. I go to school, but don't like it. I have a 3.8 GPA, but can't find anything to apply myself to. Writing, reading, guitar, my dog: These are all good things. Like I said, things haven't been so bad.
I'm working at Steeeeeiiinmart. Um, I work in the receiving warehouse, in which I take things from boxes, count them, and move them into different boxes. And for such a job, I can't even have my Ipod. That's kind of lame, but still better than washing dishes, painting houses, workng at KMart. And I'm going to apply at Sunset Novelties, a sex shop, tomorrow because a nigga needs to get paid (and sell dildos). Well put, by the way. I am a pervert.hah
So I've received a few strange phonecalls lately. Moreso out of the blue and plain "unexpected." But good. It's good to find a grip on the side of reality that you can hold onto while trying to keep it from floating away into the sky. Speaking of which, my head has been in the clouds lately. I can't get songs out of my head, a guitar out of my head, a girl.
Man, this girl. Honey-dipped Georgia accent, ex-beauty pageant girl, works at Victoria's Secret, smart. Sometimes the best things fall right into your lap, and then switch seats around the living room to follow your movements. I'm still trying to beat some reservations out of the back of my head, but it would be nice to have some female companionship and take a fine bitch out to sushi again.
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Hah peace outlivejournal
I'm twenty today, but it doesn't matter.
Well, well. Things are good. I go to school, but don't like it. I have a 3.8 GPA, but can't find anything to apply myself to. Writing, reading, guitar, my dog: These are all good things. Like I said, things haven't been so bad.
I'm working at Steeeeeiiinmart. Um, I work in the receiving warehouse, in which I take things from boxes, count them, and move them into different boxes. And for such a job, I can't even have my Ipod. That's kind of lame, but still better than washing dishes, painting houses, workng at KMart. And I'm going to apply at Sunset Novelties, a sex shop, tomorrow because a nigga needs to get paid (and sell dildos). Well put, by the way. I am a pervert.hah
So I've received a few strange phonecalls lately. Moreso out of the blue and plain "unexpected." But good. It's good to find a grip on the side of reality that you can hold onto while trying to keep it from floating away into the sky. Speaking of which, my head has been in the clouds lately. I can't get songs out of my head, a guitar out of my head, a girl.
Man, this girl. Honey-dipped Georgia accent, ex-beauty pageant girl, works at Victoria's Secret, smart. Sometimes the best things fall right into your lap, and then switch seats around the living room to follow your movements. I'm still trying to beat some reservations out of the back of my head, but it would be nice to have some female companionship and take a fine bitch out to sushi again.
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Hah peace outlivejournal
I'm twenty today, but it doesn't matter.