First entry in awhile. Dude, in four months, I'll be at Key Food over a year. That is some scary shit there. Although this year is going okay, it's still going way too fast. I constantly feel like I have to beat the clock. God, next year I should be starting college... Damn ( Read more... )

search elsewhere: The boogers are calling you ( Read more... )

Watching Rosemary's Baby. God, that is a fucking great movie ( Read more... )

2:30 p.m. Every day. That's all I have to say about that ( Read more... )

One more week until school starts. I am officially a senior in one goddamn week. Hoowah ( Read more... )

I'm so twisted, I wanna punch a freaking wall. Why do I always attract these italian mama's boys? Anyway ( Read more... )

I get off on me being mad. I wanna punch a fucking wall. God, I cannot wait until summer is over. I can't wait until I'm really pounded by what's coming. I hate feeling.

Happy Birthday to Carly.

Things be going well. Odd, but good, I suppose. Having a significant other is more annoying that I thought it would be. At least there's the sex to make it all better, eh? This making money thing isn't amounting to much. I make money, but I spend most of it on grocery shopping for the house, cigarettes and cell phone minutes... And odds and ( Read more... )

Cupcake. You know it.

Things are going well... I feel like a terrible person. Am I really happy, or am I just passing the time?