ill get the door mrs.jackson. ill get the press and reports too.
well well well. an evening that was expected to produce nothing last night unfolded into an all out disaster full of gut wrenching, fist clenching, nail biting, hair raising, and screaming. driving around with special k while listening to my new obsessesion- 50 cent exploded into a few hours of tons of people, fighting, pure chaos, and eventually running for our lives from one evil, horrorfying mother and the cops! jeez! i was a witness and maybe even an accompliance to marty getting kicked out of his home, packing his few things in cardboard boxes and not turning back as we drove away feeling mixed up and satisfied at the same time. we drove all over the fucking town and back and again to try to make sense of our confusion. i came home around 2 to make my mom happy. tonite we are giving the middle finger to the world and taking a roadtrip to harrisonburg and staying over night at special k's apartment. we need to get away. i need to get away. i just need to get. new boy in my life is going to be calling my cellular today and possibly making plans to see my tonite which means above plans are totally subject and most likely to change. that is all for now. was it enough?!