the good times are killing me
really fucking good week.
ok, maybe not fucking, but really good...goddam week.
the degrees of cursing
-Crap (around like 8 or so, you start clandestinely using "crap.")
-Damn (you've been saying darn for long enough, around 10 or so, you can start saying "damn.")
-Bitch (comes when adolescent boys get hurt by adolescent girls)
-Shit (it's the first REAL curse word you dare say now...around 11 or so)
-Fuck (you've officially graduated to full blown cursing. now for cool new sex lingo.)
I mean...the week's been full of some plain bullshit though. Like me not getting any work done at all. Seriously...none. Not even important stuff. Like, none. But...here's the good part. Something about having really good karma lately. I don't even know what I did...but i've been getting really good karma lately. I mean, I started working (so, i'm gainfully employed, and now have money waiting for me...even if McDonald's blew up tomorrow, i've still got like thrity more bucks waiting for me.) I've been...supported...soooo much this week too. I'm giving back this weekend (no sense pissing Karma off), but I mean...it's really nice. Just everywhere you go.
I met some new people tonight. They seemed really cool. And for some reason, i've also been feeling on top of my game lately. Like, I may not do the work, but I've been pulling myself to class. And when I get there, I find that I'm participating much more, and paying more attention and all. So, anyway, I went over to a friend of a friend's house to visit with her before doing work. Instead, she and I hung out there all night. I met a lot of cool people and all...and when Chanelle and her friends left (the people I knew), I figured I'd stay and hang out. I mean, I don't know if it was awkward or not...but I still managed to talk to everyone in the room, and, you know, not be like the weird kid that won't go home. Like, i was engaged in the people in the room is what i'm getting at. i dunno, anyway.
Michael and I are all patched up. He came and saw me Sunday, and we got everything fixed. Oh, Julio...oh Julio. What that man does to me.
One of the sexiest things ever is to pretend you picked your boyfriend up off the side of the road, and you're bringing him home to fuck.
And I actually felt better...like, all the way. I don't know which one came first- the happy mindset, or the happy environment.
-tony.
ok, maybe not fucking, but really good...goddam week.
the degrees of cursing
-Crap (around like 8 or so, you start clandestinely using "crap.")
-Damn (you've been saying darn for long enough, around 10 or so, you can start saying "damn.")
-Bitch (comes when adolescent boys get hurt by adolescent girls)
-Shit (it's the first REAL curse word you dare say now...around 11 or so)
-Fuck (you've officially graduated to full blown cursing. now for cool new sex lingo.)
I mean...the week's been full of some plain bullshit though. Like me not getting any work done at all. Seriously...none. Not even important stuff. Like, none. But...here's the good part. Something about having really good karma lately. I don't even know what I did...but i've been getting really good karma lately. I mean, I started working (so, i'm gainfully employed, and now have money waiting for me...even if McDonald's blew up tomorrow, i've still got like thrity more bucks waiting for me.) I've been...supported...soooo much this week too. I'm giving back this weekend (no sense pissing Karma off), but I mean...it's really nice. Just everywhere you go.
I met some new people tonight. They seemed really cool. And for some reason, i've also been feeling on top of my game lately. Like, I may not do the work, but I've been pulling myself to class. And when I get there, I find that I'm participating much more, and paying more attention and all. So, anyway, I went over to a friend of a friend's house to visit with her before doing work. Instead, she and I hung out there all night. I met a lot of cool people and all...and when Chanelle and her friends left (the people I knew), I figured I'd stay and hang out. I mean, I don't know if it was awkward or not...but I still managed to talk to everyone in the room, and, you know, not be like the weird kid that won't go home. Like, i was engaged in the people in the room is what i'm getting at. i dunno, anyway.
Michael and I are all patched up. He came and saw me Sunday, and we got everything fixed. Oh, Julio...oh Julio. What that man does to me.
One of the sexiest things ever is to pretend you picked your boyfriend up off the side of the road, and you're bringing him home to fuck.
And I actually felt better...like, all the way. I don't know which one came first- the happy mindset, or the happy environment.
-tony.