all i ever wanted was your life.
this weekend seemed really long. i got toe rings, and a new cell phone SHWING so excited about that.
friday=grounded. not so very fun. saturday i got to drive out to clairemont to amanda's and her little birthday diddy. charlie makes guitar playing look like an orgasmic experience, hmmm, riiiiight. i heard armond sing, haha, and charlie too, double haha.
so saturday night we cruised up to carlsbad and met the infamous coulson and his crew. they were really cool, so nice and chill. we drank beers, and despite their insistence that airhockey become strip airhockey, none of that went down. cha, no thanks. driving home was fun, when you're kinda tipsy if you're ever on the freeway, or just in a car going at high speeds, stick your head out the window (but not if you're driving. well if you're tipsy you shouldnt be driving. word). ya, it is the most amazing feeling ever.
i smoked a fatty cigar with some guys. ya, i dont remember their names. spencer, aaron(?), eeeer, coulson i know that one, eeeeer, bob, eeer whatever coulson's crew. ya, i felt like jayz. BAM i know how to light a cigar, yo.
i'm really not okay with the fact that i don't know where four of my friends are. i don't know if they're safe, dead, in jail, passed out somewhere, held captive, i just dont know. and that's bullshit, but what the hell can you do.
singing along to the radio, racing bizzos, eating j-box tacos, chillin with senior naranja in the j. planning for the future, planning for the summer, planning for this afternoon. just being together, not even necessarily talking, just having each other to keep ourselves company. that is what i love.
hmmmm, no big guy to report about in my weekend. oh well, he probably found good fun of his own at the afterprom diddy. i miss him and his lips.
"dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today."
you said it james.
D E S imaree: you can't be me, i'm a rockstar
Ob1sk8erkev: thats fine
D E S imaree: i'm riding on the top of a cop car
Ob1sk8erkev: why?
D E S imaree: i'm a rebel, and my .44 pops far
Ob1sk8erkev: how far
D E S imaree: farther than yours, bizzo.
friday=grounded. not so very fun. saturday i got to drive out to clairemont to amanda's and her little birthday diddy. charlie makes guitar playing look like an orgasmic experience, hmmm, riiiiight. i heard armond sing, haha, and charlie too, double haha.
so saturday night we cruised up to carlsbad and met the infamous coulson and his crew. they were really cool, so nice and chill. we drank beers, and despite their insistence that airhockey become strip airhockey, none of that went down. cha, no thanks. driving home was fun, when you're kinda tipsy if you're ever on the freeway, or just in a car going at high speeds, stick your head out the window (but not if you're driving. well if you're tipsy you shouldnt be driving. word). ya, it is the most amazing feeling ever.
i smoked a fatty cigar with some guys. ya, i dont remember their names. spencer, aaron(?), eeeer, coulson i know that one, eeeeer, bob, eeer whatever coulson's crew. ya, i felt like jayz. BAM i know how to light a cigar, yo.
i'm really not okay with the fact that i don't know where four of my friends are. i don't know if they're safe, dead, in jail, passed out somewhere, held captive, i just dont know. and that's bullshit, but what the hell can you do.
singing along to the radio, racing bizzos, eating j-box tacos, chillin with senior naranja in the j. planning for the future, planning for the summer, planning for this afternoon. just being together, not even necessarily talking, just having each other to keep ourselves company. that is what i love.
hmmmm, no big guy to report about in my weekend. oh well, he probably found good fun of his own at the afterprom diddy. i miss him and his lips.
"dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today."
you said it james.
D E S imaree: you can't be me, i'm a rockstar
Ob1sk8erkev: thats fine
D E S imaree: i'm riding on the top of a cop car
Ob1sk8erkev: why?
D E S imaree: i'm a rebel, and my .44 pops far
Ob1sk8erkev: how far
D E S imaree: farther than yours, bizzo.