I felt weird.... But now Iam free
I opened my eyes... This morning.. not slowely, instead furiously. It must have been around 11:00 or 10.. Anyway- I realized that Mark my new manager really is awesome- He doesn't seem that he would hurt a fly- So I will just drop the whole friend's pregnancy deal- I think she betrayed me anyway- Don't you hate that? Sometimes- When you arn't paying attention, and your naiveness is exposed to the world, you realize, you shouldn't even pay attention to things that just arn't your business anyway- I guess that must mean that Iam maturing if Iam recognising those deeds and the consequences. I guess this tells me that Iam going to live with art the rest of my life- It doesn't mean I will live alone in this fucked up world, with fucked up people with fucked up lives,- I may as well be happier alone you know- Iam the honest artist- The kind of artist with color and amusement, lipstick nail polish and junky creme, paint brushes- Hair combs, serum... Iam a fucking artist! YAH!
I had a chat with my manager in his office yesterday before I actually started working with him... I had pins and needles in my jelly roll of a stomach, because I was nervious for the first 3 or 4 hours of my evening- I wasn't sure if I should even think about conjuring up all the energy just to ask him one question- Is my friend pregnant with your baby? But I did- "I spit the words right out of my mouth- They needed no explaining but he and I had to go south" with this discussion. This conversation, was directly in his office- Was I hyperventilating? I must have because after that I needed a cigarette to cool me off- Ahhhhh! Anyway- I feel much more "The touch The feel of cotton The fabric of our lives" Comfortable with him- I'm just not attracted to him- Even if I was I wouldn't reveal in here- Anyway- People find out shit- Iam 19 anyway and he's like 30? If the youngest- Plus I think I like Envious Brendon- Those of you who know him, leave a message in my journal-
Iam going to the club in a few hours- Iam not waiting until 10, cause in 11 hours after I have to wake up that morning- So people can lick my fucking clit-
I had a chat with my manager in his office yesterday before I actually started working with him... I had pins and needles in my jelly roll of a stomach, because I was nervious for the first 3 or 4 hours of my evening- I wasn't sure if I should even think about conjuring up all the energy just to ask him one question- Is my friend pregnant with your baby? But I did- "I spit the words right out of my mouth- They needed no explaining but he and I had to go south" with this discussion. This conversation, was directly in his office- Was I hyperventilating? I must have because after that I needed a cigarette to cool me off- Ahhhhh! Anyway- I feel much more "The touch The feel of cotton The fabric of our lives" Comfortable with him- I'm just not attracted to him- Even if I was I wouldn't reveal in here- Anyway- People find out shit- Iam 19 anyway and he's like 30? If the youngest- Plus I think I like Envious Brendon- Those of you who know him, leave a message in my journal-
Iam going to the club in a few hours- Iam not waiting until 10, cause in 11 hours after I have to wake up that morning- So people can lick my fucking clit-