I want to find the kids I babysat for for three years, Adam who lived across the street from me when i was little, my high school history teacher/cross-country coach/mentor/friend, and Todd again, and Kevin's friend Edwin, and Jose

i had fucked up dreams today, because i slept all day since i was sick. i dreamt that matt thom was sleeping in a king bed on the other side of my room, where my bed used to be, and i was like, hey, why does he get the bigger bed? and he had these three hos in bed with him and just to make me laugh, he sat up in bed and was like, no girls, i can' ( Read more... )

i'm such a fuck up. i was up coughing and blowing my nose and working on a school project for 12 straight hours, from the time i got out of class last night until 7:30 am. i actually liked doing the project, bc it was on an interesting topic and i was really high and a little drunk while i was working on it, so i was pretending i was doing the ( Read more... )

I think someone is trying to find me! There's a car dealership or repair shop or something named Kerry's in Stoner Center shopping center in South Park, PA.

Thank God that it was a really good time to run into the person who inspired me to adopt Otis, and who I've only talked to six times yet I have the ability to finish his sentences, and who makes me shake almost too much to light a bowl, never blush though, and who I'm gonna ask out the day our first dog dies, because Chelsea doesn't like other dogs ( Read more... )

it's sad to forget that we're still the same person from one minute to the next ( Read more... )

i screwed up. i failed my class. and i got fired from my job. and maybe my other one. and i'm so late meeting my friends that they don't want to hang out with me. and i got a dog after my roommate asked me not to, and i blamed it on her. i'm the incredible hulk ( Read more... )

i knew this amazing guy. he was a world studies teacher, and he said that he had friends in almost all the countries in the world. he spent all his money helping these four kids' family pay their rent, so he slept in his classroom. all i saw in there were a couple sweaters and his typewriter. he spread himself so thin that his wife didn't ( Read more... )

thats why i'm starting this journal. i get some great ideas when i'm high, and lots more when i'm not, and i need someone to tell my ideas to, someone like me! and writing is a way for the me's in all the different time periods to stay in touch.

back to smoking pot after way too long of a draught.... i finally realized my priorities were all screwed up...