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today started out with a bang. john ward, an ol buddy from way, way, way back phoned me and woke my ass up. i actually went to bed, and thanx to a crackhead, was akwoken (myspacer's get it). damn junkies. best believ ei instructed him to never fucking call the house again, i do not need that shit in my life.
then it was off to start the day job hunting. which i will admist i did it half heartidly. i had my mind on other things. after that a visit to the dentist was in store. the permanent crown wasn't the right color. it was too dark, so he had to have it sent back, and he just readhered the temporary, which is nice, then i can get my grill back in, lmao. i go back later on to have that sorted out.
went for a visit to the mall today. jsut needed sometime to aimlessly walk around without any purpose, you knwo those moments are nice, except for when you get behind smelly mall people...grodey.
it makes me seem a bit of a reject to go from someones good friend, and wahtever to absolutely nothing within a matter of a few days. it's just a bit of a quick turn about. i really can't expect anything though. i mean. i dont' want things to be like they were, that's not an option anyways. i do atleast like to be acknowledged without a grimace or malice thought in the mind at the time. i don't think it'll happen soon. the dust has just settled. i realize that i am not a great friend of yours. but you are one of the few people i actually convers with on things other than various ways to kick peoples ass, or having sex. i just hope one day we can be friends again.
today was def. a day for the writer to come out in me. i sat down at about 5, and didnt' stop writing until 9. and everything in me poured out. i was so drained. i stood up and i literally was exhausted. it was one of those moments that can only be created by yourself every once in a while. it takes passion, and the ability to somewhat orchestrate that onto paper. i dont' do the second part very well, but i do try my damndest. passion seems to be secreting from my pours onto my soaked in sweat shirt. it drios from my dim eyes onto the paper that causes the ink to bleed as i furiously dictate memories, and failed dreams to myself....blah..i'm going to stop that before it sounds any worse.
here's some pictures for your delight.
it's undastood, i do it fo da hood. this was from some guys car that we towed in my old neighborHOOD, his name was Taquerious.
side of annies head. and it appears as if her nose is melting off. she streaked both times, sje makes great taquitos, i do believe christina taught her.
annies scion with " i <3 hookat" written on it
me randomly being a rockstar in the back of annie's car. and well...you know i streaked both times.
nick, he's a cool little motherfucker. he falls down alot. but he's bad ass.
lucas, i dont' know him. but he likes to smoke da herb a lots. he streaked the 2nd time around
my kristen with a random ice pack on her head, that was not even chilled. she was intoxicated on the drink called Malibu. which she informed me smells like a doctors office" it's like a doctors office in a shot glass" haha i love her. she supplies me with pizza crusts to throw at little kids making out by the side of the road.
christina, annie's older, attractive sister. a partner in the streaking. this woman CAN cook. which is why i love her. she makes the best damn taquitos in the world, as well as a few other dishes that are quite delightful.
that's carlos, he's puerto rican, and he likes to streak as well. and we love taquitos
this si bradd, he isnt' big on streaking, or police.he's a cool kid.