redheads do it better...
Sitting here in Lauren's room after a long night of lesbian romping...oops. did I say too much? Heehee. Never.
But yeah, thinking...always. Need to take a fucking shower, must get off my ass. I love people, and hate people. I waaaant people to crave me. I really mean that too. I want people to wonder what I'm thinking. Is that the writer in me. Ah, yes calling myself a writer again. I went through the most awful writer's block ever. How long did it last? Oh about, a year or so. That isn't to say that I haven't written at all. A few things here and there, but God...where is a little inspiration when you really want it?
Well, this year was hard. Really, Very hard. I did enough soul searching to last a lifetime. Am I too contemplative? Am I too serious? I really want to know...
I think about myself, so much that I think my brain could explode. I wonder what I'll be doing in 10 years...or even 5 years, fuck next year. Same shit, no doubt. I know I know, I need to grab life by the balls. You're only young once. These are my "hot" years...soon, I'll be old and wrinkly. Stop thinking and seize the day, right? Yeah...or something.
Lauren and I are suppose to be going out soon, must jump in the shower...get pretty...and go! Too bad she made me wait all night last night for her...hehe, not her fault...I knoooow! She's going BACK out of town on Wednesday and is suppose to be gone for like 5 or 6 days. And...while I know I can't stop it from happening...I don't want her to go. *sighs* Dammit.