What I am is not important, whether I live or die - it is the same for me [and] you. - James Fenton
So I've got like three or four dedicated people who actually read this thing. To those few people...thank you for your comments and your continued support. For the rest of you, please see the previous entry and include yourselves among the many other "sinners" and fuck yourself at your leisure.
I had a weird dream last night. In fact, I've been having lots of weird dreams due to this weird phenomenon...I've been fucking sleeping. I don't understand it, but it's been happening. Furthermore, it's without the aid of alcohol and/or sleeping pills. Anyways, I can't remember specifics about my dream but the only thing that stood out was the fact that Adam was in it. Yes, Adam Curren. The only reason I woke up from it was because I was actually so upset he was in my dream. Not because we were fighting in my dream...but because we were friends. It was as if the past two years were non-existent and like we had never stopped talking at all. That bothered me more than anything and I woke up so angry that I hurt all over. I can't imagine why I would have him in one of my dreams and I wish I could remember what the fuck I was dreaming about that he was in it. Nothing major or spectacular that I could recall, but just he was in it. I'm still pissed about it, too. He has no right to be in my fucking subconscious. I'm sure he's in Maryland right now with Kim and the rest of the hillbilly clan doing who-knows-what. Probably knockin' each other up and cow tipping and games of that sort. What kills me most is that everytime I see Cang, he asks me "So, you're still not talking to Curren?" in this matter-of-fact tone. And everytime I tell that bumbling, Kramer-like friend of mine quite plainly that "He stopped talking to me. He abandoned me. Not the other way around."
Not like I was there for him at his becking call. Drove 3.5 hours (got it down to 3 most of the time) to see his sorry ass all the time.
Drove up to Rutgers frosh year when I didn't even go here to pick up Fi, and two girls I can't stand more in life, Elissa Reinfeld and Jackie Cohen, who subsequently wouldn't shut the fuck up the entire ride and we kept fighting until I continued to blast (hed) PE so loud I thought my speakers were going to break. When that didn't shut them up I took an off-ramp turn at 85 mph and got the car up on 2 wheels. That proceeded to shut them the fuck up for about an hour...some people just aren't easily impressed/scared anymore.
Not like I went through that torture for nothing but the fact that he was fucking homesick...so I picked up HIS friends for the trip there to pick him up and drive him back and then went straight to work at the movie theatre. Didn't even see him until Saturday and then woke up at the ass crack of dawn on Sunday to take him back and then drive straight back to Jersey so that I could close Stand at the theatre. Perry...you know how much that sucks. Yeah, guess I was a shitty best friend...
Or how he made me lie to all of our friends when he knocked that slut of a girlfriend up...the same girl who he cried to me over on how she fucked him over countless times because of her boyfriend back home. Who was the one who cheered him up, gave him some condoms...told him how he fucked up but that everything would be ok. Lied to my friends faces when he ditched us all to go to her fucking abortion. Lied to the friends I still have today. Then he has the gaul to be mad at me because I yell at a girl who hated me...a girl who I dated and who he wouldn't have even been friends with if it weren't for me... a girl who he decided to take sides with when there were no sides to begin with. Forget to mention you in my last LJ man so here it is now. Here's to the guy who I once called brother. Who I shared everything with. Who I revered more than anyone and who I stood by till you cast me away. To someone who's family I loved, sometimes more than my own. Fuck you, Adam Joshua Curren. Fuck you and your sorry excuse of an existence.
By the way...Joshua was always a pussy ass name...anybody remember Joshua Puchal?
That feels better, but not a lot. The lump is still in my throat. My eyes are starting to burn. I really could go for a party right about now. Or some fucking food. Wish I were in Florida. Always plenty of both there. I'm wearing my slip and slide shirt, Fig. I fucking love this shirt, man.
Oh yeah, thanks everyone for checking out the Florida pics. My site got hit like 795 times. That's a lot by my count. Of course no one left any comments, lol. Seems to be a recurring theme.
Wish I were living well...
I had a weird dream last night. In fact, I've been having lots of weird dreams due to this weird phenomenon...I've been fucking sleeping. I don't understand it, but it's been happening. Furthermore, it's without the aid of alcohol and/or sleeping pills. Anyways, I can't remember specifics about my dream but the only thing that stood out was the fact that Adam was in it. Yes, Adam Curren. The only reason I woke up from it was because I was actually so upset he was in my dream. Not because we were fighting in my dream...but because we were friends. It was as if the past two years were non-existent and like we had never stopped talking at all. That bothered me more than anything and I woke up so angry that I hurt all over. I can't imagine why I would have him in one of my dreams and I wish I could remember what the fuck I was dreaming about that he was in it. Nothing major or spectacular that I could recall, but just he was in it. I'm still pissed about it, too. He has no right to be in my fucking subconscious. I'm sure he's in Maryland right now with Kim and the rest of the hillbilly clan doing who-knows-what. Probably knockin' each other up and cow tipping and games of that sort. What kills me most is that everytime I see Cang, he asks me "So, you're still not talking to Curren?" in this matter-of-fact tone. And everytime I tell that bumbling, Kramer-like friend of mine quite plainly that "He stopped talking to me. He abandoned me. Not the other way around."
Not like I was there for him at his becking call. Drove 3.5 hours (got it down to 3 most of the time) to see his sorry ass all the time.
Drove up to Rutgers frosh year when I didn't even go here to pick up Fi, and two girls I can't stand more in life, Elissa Reinfeld and Jackie Cohen, who subsequently wouldn't shut the fuck up the entire ride and we kept fighting until I continued to blast (hed) PE so loud I thought my speakers were going to break. When that didn't shut them up I took an off-ramp turn at 85 mph and got the car up on 2 wheels. That proceeded to shut them the fuck up for about an hour...some people just aren't easily impressed/scared anymore.
Not like I went through that torture for nothing but the fact that he was fucking homesick...so I picked up HIS friends for the trip there to pick him up and drive him back and then went straight to work at the movie theatre. Didn't even see him until Saturday and then woke up at the ass crack of dawn on Sunday to take him back and then drive straight back to Jersey so that I could close Stand at the theatre. Perry...you know how much that sucks. Yeah, guess I was a shitty best friend...
Or how he made me lie to all of our friends when he knocked that slut of a girlfriend up...the same girl who he cried to me over on how she fucked him over countless times because of her boyfriend back home. Who was the one who cheered him up, gave him some condoms...told him how he fucked up but that everything would be ok. Lied to my friends faces when he ditched us all to go to her fucking abortion. Lied to the friends I still have today. Then he has the gaul to be mad at me because I yell at a girl who hated me...a girl who I dated and who he wouldn't have even been friends with if it weren't for me... a girl who he decided to take sides with when there were no sides to begin with. Forget to mention you in my last LJ man so here it is now. Here's to the guy who I once called brother. Who I shared everything with. Who I revered more than anyone and who I stood by till you cast me away. To someone who's family I loved, sometimes more than my own. Fuck you, Adam Joshua Curren. Fuck you and your sorry excuse of an existence.
By the way...Joshua was always a pussy ass name...anybody remember Joshua Puchal?
That feels better, but not a lot. The lump is still in my throat. My eyes are starting to burn. I really could go for a party right about now. Or some fucking food. Wish I were in Florida. Always plenty of both there. I'm wearing my slip and slide shirt, Fig. I fucking love this shirt, man.
Oh yeah, thanks everyone for checking out the Florida pics. My site got hit like 795 times. That's a lot by my count. Of course no one left any comments, lol. Seems to be a recurring theme.
Wish I were living well...