I've got a knife in my back and a gun to your head.
god damn it.
i am fucking retarded.
i need to go back and count how many times i start an entry off with god damn it or god damn. i think i do it a lot.
it doesn't matter.
god damn.
fucking people need to fucking respect my shit. pisses me off the kinds of things that people do sometimes.
am i the only one that knows that WE AREN'T IN HIGH SCHOOL ANYMORE?
((long drawn out sigh))
whatever.
on the same note: PEOPLE MOTHERFUCKING NEED TO MOVE THE HELL ON AND STOP WORRYING ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S SHIT.
worry about your own god damn shit and leave mine the hell alone.
seriously. i don't need you telling me how to live my life.
fuck yourself.
i know the answer to everyone's "problems"... PEOPLE NEED TO GO OUT AND GET LAID!
like... really. hardcore, hella good, meaningless sex. a lot of it. make an all nighter out of it.
i promise, the next morning... the world will have never looked so rad and you won't give a good god damn about whatever the hell it is that you feel the need to be worried about.
....
WHY IN THE HELL DID I EVER THINK THAT MARRIAGE WAS A GOOD IDEA?
"got a job got a life got a four door and a faithless wife" -ok go
i mean it. someone should have slapped the motherfucking hell out of me and been like, "STOP BEING RETARDED YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"
Not that it was like, a real marriage or anything like that.
my attention span is practically nonexistant. i have never had a relationship (before josh) that lasted over eight months. i get bored. i'm not the settling down type.
i tried to pretend i could be... but um, yeah. i suck at the wife thing.
...
i like today.
today is sweet.
it is BEAUTIFUL outside.
me and robby were rehearsing for our acting class... and then we got bored so we went and got the newspaper and sat down outside and did sudoku for like... 45 minutes. it was fucking ridiculous.
i love that kid and his chuck norris jokes.
he told me today that he loves that fact that i am so blunt and forward all the time. i personally think that it gets me into trouble a lot. i mean... i don't beat around the bush, you know? and it's good sometimes. and it works to my advantage quite often. . . but there's no mystery.
i think i should be more mysterious.
...yeah. or not.
**
kb
ps... i just noticed that the last like... four entries... i am listening to all this weirdo music that all has the same theme... like It Dies Today (current) and Bleed the Sky and As I lay Dying and Between the Buried and Me... yeah, like... bands that sound creepy... and are all about like... dying.
i am so hardcore.
SPEAKING OF HARDCORE!!! i am going to an awesome show this weekend. Last Breath is playing in Nashville along with some others... and i am sooo stoked, niggas!
it's gonna be one CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZY weekend. all kinds of moshpit madness and screamer singing and out of this world doublebass shit.
now that, kids, that's hardcore.
**
i am fucking retarded.
i need to go back and count how many times i start an entry off with god damn it or god damn. i think i do it a lot.
it doesn't matter.
god damn.
fucking people need to fucking respect my shit. pisses me off the kinds of things that people do sometimes.
am i the only one that knows that WE AREN'T IN HIGH SCHOOL ANYMORE?
((long drawn out sigh))
whatever.
on the same note: PEOPLE MOTHERFUCKING NEED TO MOVE THE HELL ON AND STOP WORRYING ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S SHIT.
worry about your own god damn shit and leave mine the hell alone.
seriously. i don't need you telling me how to live my life.
fuck yourself.
i know the answer to everyone's "problems"... PEOPLE NEED TO GO OUT AND GET LAID!
like... really. hardcore, hella good, meaningless sex. a lot of it. make an all nighter out of it.
i promise, the next morning... the world will have never looked so rad and you won't give a good god damn about whatever the hell it is that you feel the need to be worried about.
....
WHY IN THE HELL DID I EVER THINK THAT MARRIAGE WAS A GOOD IDEA?
"got a job got a life got a four door and a faithless wife" -ok go
i mean it. someone should have slapped the motherfucking hell out of me and been like, "STOP BEING RETARDED YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"
Not that it was like, a real marriage or anything like that.
my attention span is practically nonexistant. i have never had a relationship (before josh) that lasted over eight months. i get bored. i'm not the settling down type.
i tried to pretend i could be... but um, yeah. i suck at the wife thing.
...
i like today.
today is sweet.
it is BEAUTIFUL outside.
me and robby were rehearsing for our acting class... and then we got bored so we went and got the newspaper and sat down outside and did sudoku for like... 45 minutes. it was fucking ridiculous.
i love that kid and his chuck norris jokes.
he told me today that he loves that fact that i am so blunt and forward all the time. i personally think that it gets me into trouble a lot. i mean... i don't beat around the bush, you know? and it's good sometimes. and it works to my advantage quite often. . . but there's no mystery.
i think i should be more mysterious.
...yeah. or not.
**
kb
ps... i just noticed that the last like... four entries... i am listening to all this weirdo music that all has the same theme... like It Dies Today (current) and Bleed the Sky and As I lay Dying and Between the Buried and Me... yeah, like... bands that sound creepy... and are all about like... dying.
i am so hardcore.
SPEAKING OF HARDCORE!!! i am going to an awesome show this weekend. Last Breath is playing in Nashville along with some others... and i am sooo stoked, niggas!
it's gonna be one CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZY weekend. all kinds of moshpit madness and screamer singing and out of this world doublebass shit.
now that, kids, that's hardcore.
**