(no subject)

Feb 19, 2008 10:00

I say things I don't mean a lot of the time. I don't think Nathaniel is fat. I don't plan on doing any of the things I have promised. I have no intention of getting out of this and no one, not one single person but a few a million miles away know where to get tar in this god forsaken city.

I got drunk early in the afternoon driving to and fro on errands with Jar. The walk down town was sweet and Mikeal is always a peach. I drank a Colt 45 and some Tanqueray and ate a burger and smoked some dank weed and later I drank strong coffee and took bad pictures and I only post the ones On Myspace that I look the worst in so people can know what I really look like or be pleasantly surprised when they meet me because I look so much better in person.

A cute boy in my English class asked about me and the man I'm going to marry called me at 130 to ask why I didn't tell him I had a cell phone. Fucking hot.

I think I had sex with weekend but it was a hair flip and I had a conversation with Taylor about how I like to say "getting screwed" or "I got nailed" but it just sounds so crude and I don't think that I would like to be viewed as that kind of girl and Taylor said he understood completely and "I like to say 'slip her the pork'" Life is everlasting.

I had a dream that Jar shot himself in the head in front of me with a Red 9.
Previous post Next post
Up