water signs dead parents
went out to buy a guitar string, smoked a bummed cigarette on the way, a newport light. played a banjo in the shop for a bit.... mmm i want a banjo. talked to sheri, good conversation, no major crap ups. ate chicken wings, cheez-its with hummus, and a small can of sliced pineapple for lunch. later i had a fu-fu drink and watched troy. eh. it seems as though if youve seen one fantasy/war epic with long haired blonds in armor youve seen em all, not to say i didnt enjoy it, but if Gladiator and LOTR had a kid, Troy would be it, and you know me, i fucking hate kids.
mick thinks his mom will die tonight, and while i'm not a man to care about anymans loss, i am a con, so i should pretend... no i fucking shouldnt. why should anyone? fucking pisces of shit. GET IT? huh? pisces? of shit? HA!!! during his lunch i tried to tell him the plot of "the stranger" just because it's fresh in my head, and i was reminded of it in conversation. good job JASON!!! "hey mick! yer mom just died... wanna go to the beach?" ohhh, i'm a funny one allright. i forgot to mention this in the last journal entry, but while i was washing the dishes i broke down crying. if there was a reason for it, it was fleeting, and i dont think i remembered why i was crying even as i sobbed, sooo i stood back up and continued. being alone all day for 2 days has gotten me back in the habit of singing, and uhmmm, making noise with my mouth, it feels nice. i love my voice sooo much, but when others are around, atleast when it comes to creativity, i hate it. it's not so bad when i'm talking down to people, my voice is much more stern and viscous. i need a tape recorder...
mick thinks his mom will die tonight, and while i'm not a man to care about anymans loss, i am a con, so i should pretend... no i fucking shouldnt. why should anyone? fucking pisces of shit. GET IT? huh? pisces? of shit? HA!!! during his lunch i tried to tell him the plot of "the stranger" just because it's fresh in my head, and i was reminded of it in conversation. good job JASON!!! "hey mick! yer mom just died... wanna go to the beach?" ohhh, i'm a funny one allright. i forgot to mention this in the last journal entry, but while i was washing the dishes i broke down crying. if there was a reason for it, it was fleeting, and i dont think i remembered why i was crying even as i sobbed, sooo i stood back up and continued. being alone all day for 2 days has gotten me back in the habit of singing, and uhmmm, making noise with my mouth, it feels nice. i love my voice sooo much, but when others are around, atleast when it comes to creativity, i hate it. it's not so bad when i'm talking down to people, my voice is much more stern and viscous. i need a tape recorder...