ill tie your legs, keep you agianst my chest
last night i did an extreme amount of thinking. i thought about philadelphia, boys, me, my future, friends, conlficts, and situations that i have been involved in the past few days. half of the time i wasnt myself, which probably made me think about shit even more.
first, philadelphia. SWEET. ill recieve an awesome experience and hopefully decent dance training. but i leave friday. and im gone for a month. so ive got to pack my total life + my dance shit. i havent even begun. im not really looking forward to that, but i have to do it eventually. so i should start pretty soon.
boys. i dont know what i want right now just yet. i guess time is on my side with that one.
i am going to be poor the rest of my life if i dedicate myself to dance. i bought some jazz shoes for fucking fifty bucks. that wiped me out clean. i dont even like jazz shoes. that was a harsh reality check. but whatever. as long as i like what im doing, i guess.
i feel bad about some things. but ill have to talk about them eventually with those people. sweet.
i duno im writing random useless shit. my breath stinks. i tried to make coolaide and we didnt have enough sugar so it tasted terrifying. so i drank chocolate milk and ate spaghettios. i wish i had root beer though.
ChowBoyBwebop: hey butthead
first, philadelphia. SWEET. ill recieve an awesome experience and hopefully decent dance training. but i leave friday. and im gone for a month. so ive got to pack my total life + my dance shit. i havent even begun. im not really looking forward to that, but i have to do it eventually. so i should start pretty soon.
boys. i dont know what i want right now just yet. i guess time is on my side with that one.
i am going to be poor the rest of my life if i dedicate myself to dance. i bought some jazz shoes for fucking fifty bucks. that wiped me out clean. i dont even like jazz shoes. that was a harsh reality check. but whatever. as long as i like what im doing, i guess.
i feel bad about some things. but ill have to talk about them eventually with those people. sweet.
i duno im writing random useless shit. my breath stinks. i tried to make coolaide and we didnt have enough sugar so it tasted terrifying. so i drank chocolate milk and ate spaghettios. i wish i had root beer though.
ChowBoyBwebop: hey butthead