A weekend well spent...I guess? -ljcut-
Well, that was fun. Twak, fog, girls, and liquor.
And the rant with more pictures would be below:
I love my friends, I really do. They're there for you, they have your back, you can talk to them about anything, and no matter the trouble you get into theres always someplace to turn.
But lately, I kinda feel like they're holding me back, and its not their fault; theres alot of fun to be had, but I feel myself getting sick from the ice. And I can do alot more for myself.
That handsome picture you'll see above this of a fine young man with healthy cheecks and a cute highschool girl is about 3 years old. Its downhill from there: my teeth have gone bad, my eyes look dead, my skin is sallow and I feel so empty.
I should be at college, whatever happened to Duke, and NYU? City college even. I'm working at my friend's warehouse, its work, but that money just goes back to the party. I say no to the so dramatically reffered monikered 'game', I have higher aspirations then dead in a ditch.
So I tell myself I'm going to go to city next semester and join the local orchestra. Find a way to work for my time. Maybe I just need to get out of here, change the scene to someplace where I don't have a rut to cozy up in.
This probably isn't a couth story to write, but fuck it, its my journal. I was getting head from a once-pretty, quite strung out girl, and she was working it, and doing that you know, look up at you thing that makes it hot. And I looked back into her eyes, and there was absolutely nothing. Thats a hard concept to grasp, but she looked souless, and empty, and suddenly the whole experience took on a surreal effect. Yeah thats right, a surreal blowjob.
I'm pretty sure I don't want to end up like that. Particularly with the dick sucking.
Great, so poker and pool tonight, then throwing boxes around early.
And the rant with more pictures would be below:
I love my friends, I really do. They're there for you, they have your back, you can talk to them about anything, and no matter the trouble you get into theres always someplace to turn.
But lately, I kinda feel like they're holding me back, and its not their fault; theres alot of fun to be had, but I feel myself getting sick from the ice. And I can do alot more for myself.
That handsome picture you'll see above this of a fine young man with healthy cheecks and a cute highschool girl is about 3 years old. Its downhill from there: my teeth have gone bad, my eyes look dead, my skin is sallow and I feel so empty.
I should be at college, whatever happened to Duke, and NYU? City college even. I'm working at my friend's warehouse, its work, but that money just goes back to the party. I say no to the so dramatically reffered monikered 'game', I have higher aspirations then dead in a ditch.
So I tell myself I'm going to go to city next semester and join the local orchestra. Find a way to work for my time. Maybe I just need to get out of here, change the scene to someplace where I don't have a rut to cozy up in.
This probably isn't a couth story to write, but fuck it, its my journal. I was getting head from a once-pretty, quite strung out girl, and she was working it, and doing that you know, look up at you thing that makes it hot. And I looked back into her eyes, and there was absolutely nothing. Thats a hard concept to grasp, but she looked souless, and empty, and suddenly the whole experience took on a surreal effect. Yeah thats right, a surreal blowjob.
I'm pretty sure I don't want to end up like that. Particularly with the dick sucking.
Great, so poker and pool tonight, then throwing boxes around early.