ok, now that all that shit is as dealt with as can be for tonight...here are some more details
ok.
since two days ago.
everything about my life.
EVERYTHING.
is different.
cept the fact that i cant get laid.
no, that part i wouldnt mind changing.
but seriously.
bring up an aspect of my life, and i can tell you what's different.
from my guitar, to my recording, to Mindy, to my band, to Mickie, to Naomi (to an extent) , to my job situation (yeah, i finally might GET one, go figure), my living situation, to stuck up bitches that i went to high school with...and my all around comfort zone with the fact that i exist.
today started off really well.
i woke up, gave Mark a ride to work because he needed one, and could give me gas money, which 90% of the time works out to be more than you actually paid for gas to begin with...
and also
i got back...
Mindy was up, and asked if i wanted to get breakfast.
we did.
then bike ride.
then india point park.
then disgust with the litter there.
then going back home.
then coming back with bags.
then cleaning 5 bags worth of litter.
i wasnt expecting people to notice, but at least half a dozen thanked us, and some guy told us to join friends of india point.
that was good.
which was cool
cuz yesterday fucking sucked.
then afterwards...we hung out a bit more.
and i left for here.
where most of what i know is now on the ceiling.
or maybe it's me that is.
i dont know.
i guess i'll let you know more about it when everything isnt so fucked up and confidential....
this blows.
all of it.
since two days ago.
everything about my life.
EVERYTHING.
is different.
cept the fact that i cant get laid.
no, that part i wouldnt mind changing.
but seriously.
bring up an aspect of my life, and i can tell you what's different.
from my guitar, to my recording, to Mindy, to my band, to Mickie, to Naomi (to an extent) , to my job situation (yeah, i finally might GET one, go figure), my living situation, to stuck up bitches that i went to high school with...and my all around comfort zone with the fact that i exist.
today started off really well.
i woke up, gave Mark a ride to work because he needed one, and could give me gas money, which 90% of the time works out to be more than you actually paid for gas to begin with...
and also
i got back...
Mindy was up, and asked if i wanted to get breakfast.
we did.
then bike ride.
then india point park.
then disgust with the litter there.
then going back home.
then coming back with bags.
then cleaning 5 bags worth of litter.
i wasnt expecting people to notice, but at least half a dozen thanked us, and some guy told us to join friends of india point.
that was good.
which was cool
cuz yesterday fucking sucked.
then afterwards...we hung out a bit more.
and i left for here.
where most of what i know is now on the ceiling.
or maybe it's me that is.
i dont know.
i guess i'll let you know more about it when everything isnt so fucked up and confidential....
this blows.
all of it.