Happy Fucking New Years You Fucking Miserable Fucks

[shedingmyinside]

What would the new year be with out a cuss filled rant of my own? I think I like the word fuck a bit to much. December was very eventful for me the meeting of new people the trying to figure out what I wanna do and what direction I wanna point myself towards. I accepted I cant change alot of things about myself nor do I want to. I accepted that girls will never ever make any sense. Ive drank enough fucking alcohol to kill a small child or large dog in the past two weeks with sam being back for christmas and whatnot. I decided not to drink for the month of January but we all know how much I love the juice. I met some pretty cool chicks this year, a couple of which maybe ill pursue different things with. Ive lost touch with my "social butterflyness" I think im going to try and make that all better. I wanna go back to work im so fucking bored just sitting around here doing nothing at all. Spending money is a bitch. I might be getting a new car by the end of January and giving Caroline my old one. It should be a good first car, not too slow not too fast, and okay if something goes wrong. I miss certain people being in my life and I think about it constantly it drives me nuts but im starting to think all it is doing is making me grow just that much. I think im going to get a new tattoo tomorrow perhaps something pirate oriented. And I wanna go check on guitar lessons and finally figure out how to make some fucking music. Which speaking of tattoos girls with tattoos are fucking hot as hell, means there is something in thier head because lets face it just about every tattoo has a meaning behind it. Ive been through a lot this year was pretty uneventful though, kinda lost something good but I think that was gone before this year. I went to my first strip club the other day and I told myself along time ago I would ever go to one and I guess the universe saw it fit to let me go there and see a pretty decent girl ya know pale, skinny...my type. But I must admit I saw no strip club boobs...sad. But never the less I still had an awesome two weeks. I have no idea what to do about my current situation. My mind says take your time my feels are telling me to speed up and have fun. I do know one thing there is complete happiness waiting for me on the lake or ocean when it warms up. I just wanna be alone back on the water with the jet skis it was so fucking amazing. My mood is changing with every song on this playlist. Ugh ever thought that missing people is a good thing? Maybe it makes us appreciate them a bit more when we get them back ir that happens. I think everything happens for a reason and my reason so far has not come I dont believe. Maybe im supposed to pickle my insides with alcohol and donate my body to science. Maybe ill do something selfless and die. Maybe it will be a freak accident. Thinking about fucking dying is interesting. egh ohh well if you made it this far thanks for reading...im gonna write a poem or two in the next one I think it will be a return of the watchman.

SHABOOM!

~kenny