A SERIOUS ENTRY?!?!?
nah, just fuckin with ya.
ok, maybe not. week was weird enough to merit emotional whoring, considering i can not bring myself to give a shit about anything. God,Philosphy,Sex,Consquences...all these(and more!!)are just not a part of my life anymore. Im sitting here wearing a dead man's coat, a packette of clove cigarettes, an inability to spell or form cohesive sentences, and a stomach full of Thumper. A week ago i would have said you were nuts if you suggested this would be my current state. Being fucked up will do that to you.
Thumper was the rabbit from bambi. fucker had it coming.
Juniper is a bad name for a rabbi.
Rachel( my favorite stoner of all time, sorry high school-era friends)said i should write a screenplay. That made me happy. Because i would like to, just never thought about letting in the disturbing shit i have into my writing. Also, i have never written anything not for school purposes before. Not even a short story or obscene penthouse letter where it involves a muskrat, a civil-war era shotgun, and most of my extended family.
A family of muskrats lives in Massell pond. They look delicious.
I would love to write. Just for the dedication page devoted entirely to telling people how much i loathe them. Spite= novel. who knew?
I think you can only truly loathe people if you love them on some level. I dont know if i qualify. Hatred is happens when people are confronted with mirrors of themselves, i think. It all depends on how much is reflected, and how much comes back fractured.
I like bad grammer. it make me happy. Also the comedy group on campus, cuz even trying out with them was awesome. If Im still here next year, i try oot agin. RRRRANDOM SCOOTISH ACCENTT!!!
IM SINGLE AGAIN!!!! ah the joys of irresponsibility. and blue balls.
ok, maybe not. week was weird enough to merit emotional whoring, considering i can not bring myself to give a shit about anything. God,Philosphy,Sex,Consquences...all these(and more!!)are just not a part of my life anymore. Im sitting here wearing a dead man's coat, a packette of clove cigarettes, an inability to spell or form cohesive sentences, and a stomach full of Thumper. A week ago i would have said you were nuts if you suggested this would be my current state. Being fucked up will do that to you.
Thumper was the rabbit from bambi. fucker had it coming.
Juniper is a bad name for a rabbi.
Rachel( my favorite stoner of all time, sorry high school-era friends)said i should write a screenplay. That made me happy. Because i would like to, just never thought about letting in the disturbing shit i have into my writing. Also, i have never written anything not for school purposes before. Not even a short story or obscene penthouse letter where it involves a muskrat, a civil-war era shotgun, and most of my extended family.
A family of muskrats lives in Massell pond. They look delicious.
I would love to write. Just for the dedication page devoted entirely to telling people how much i loathe them. Spite= novel. who knew?
I think you can only truly loathe people if you love them on some level. I dont know if i qualify. Hatred is happens when people are confronted with mirrors of themselves, i think. It all depends on how much is reflected, and how much comes back fractured.
I like bad grammer. it make me happy. Also the comedy group on campus, cuz even trying out with them was awesome. If Im still here next year, i try oot agin. RRRRANDOM SCOOTISH ACCENTT!!!
IM SINGLE AGAIN!!!! ah the joys of irresponsibility. and blue balls.