Sweat beads on your inner needs
Ugh, ugh... oh and ugh.
So tell me something, you like someone? You actually like someone with redeeming qualities, a pretty face and good conversation? You think they like you too? They have to like you too, there's no way conversations like this can be anything else. You don't obssess, you don't pry. They're not single. You don't care, you'll do this right. You hope you aren't being too pushy, just being coy enough to hold their interest, be respectful, seem interesting and charm them out of their seat. It works. They like you. You find this out when they tell you they can't talk to you anymore. You know they don't want this, you know you still have a chance. So you wait. You wait because you didn't tell them you like them, because they already know. And that just makes you smile.
Today was productive, at least it was for Brooke. We hung out all day, saw her new place, it's really nice. Played some guitar hero, smoked some pot, moved some furniture, and had some good old fashioned fun. I'm so short for the induction fees for the union, that it's sickening. I have to wait another week for such a small amount of money. Keeping my mom's mouth shut is going to be hard. She's been a pain in my ass for a while now. She never lets me do anything at my own speed, and is always breathing down my fucking neck. Just someone get her off me please. She's killing me. I've been trying to practice guitar for at least an hour a day. Sometimes it doesn't happen, but sometimes I do more, and I'm starting to see an improvement in my playing. More accurate and a little faster. Plus I'm getting stronger in my left hand than I've ever been, and much more comfortable with moving around and not looking at the guitar. That's probably really boring to you. I don't care really. My hair is really long again, and I just cut it in January. So I'm gonna have to get this shit cut again, I think another 6 inches would be good. I miss working out too, I've gotten back into being healthy and active and physical. The turning point was on friday when I needed a ton of help, but got virtually none. I killed myself, I love that feeling. I'm weird that way. I wanna start fighting, I think that would be a great release. I would like to quit smoking too. We'll see how far I get with any of this. Anyways... pix?
So tell me something, you like someone? You actually like someone with redeeming qualities, a pretty face and good conversation? You think they like you too? They have to like you too, there's no way conversations like this can be anything else. You don't obssess, you don't pry. They're not single. You don't care, you'll do this right. You hope you aren't being too pushy, just being coy enough to hold their interest, be respectful, seem interesting and charm them out of their seat. It works. They like you. You find this out when they tell you they can't talk to you anymore. You know they don't want this, you know you still have a chance. So you wait. You wait because you didn't tell them you like them, because they already know. And that just makes you smile.
Today was productive, at least it was for Brooke. We hung out all day, saw her new place, it's really nice. Played some guitar hero, smoked some pot, moved some furniture, and had some good old fashioned fun. I'm so short for the induction fees for the union, that it's sickening. I have to wait another week for such a small amount of money. Keeping my mom's mouth shut is going to be hard. She's been a pain in my ass for a while now. She never lets me do anything at my own speed, and is always breathing down my fucking neck. Just someone get her off me please. She's killing me. I've been trying to practice guitar for at least an hour a day. Sometimes it doesn't happen, but sometimes I do more, and I'm starting to see an improvement in my playing. More accurate and a little faster. Plus I'm getting stronger in my left hand than I've ever been, and much more comfortable with moving around and not looking at the guitar. That's probably really boring to you. I don't care really. My hair is really long again, and I just cut it in January. So I'm gonna have to get this shit cut again, I think another 6 inches would be good. I miss working out too, I've gotten back into being healthy and active and physical. The turning point was on friday when I needed a ton of help, but got virtually none. I killed myself, I love that feeling. I'm weird that way. I wanna start fighting, I think that would be a great release. I would like to quit smoking too. We'll see how far I get with any of this. Anyways... pix?