Mar 01, 2005 21:07
Yeah, so someone told me they missed the entries where I talked about thoughts and feelings and meaningful things in general. Truth is, I don't have many thoughts and feelings or meaningful words anymore. My meds are working and I'm generally content. I don't sit around and complain about how much my life sucks in a livejournal anymore or be a little bitch about how girls I like don't like me back and the truth about that is I'm weird, unattractive, and a fat ass. And, you know what? That's totally fucking cool. Yeah, I'd like to lose some weight, but that's mostly because I'm trying to play baseball in college. And maybe someday I'll meet a girl that doesn't suck and, then again, maybe I won't. And that's cool too. I have two guitars and an amp and that's probably about all the material things I need to stay cool for quite a while. My acoustic's name is Virginia, my amp's name is Jack, and I'm trying on Elsinore for the Stratocaster, because references to Shakespeare are always butter. If anything ever happens to either of the three, I fill flip my shit, but I'm good until then, so fare thee well, bitches.