Damn. All I know is, I got hella drunk. I probably acted hella stupid like I always do when I get that fucked up. That sucks. Now, my head hurts, and for some reason, I'm thinking about being hella mean to girls. They seem to like that shit. Fuck it, I'm going to just pass out for like the third time this morning. Yeah. Peace out.
So, I've been sitting at home for the past 2 days because nobody picks up their phone or calls me, and everyone else acts like they don't really want to hang out with me but are too pussy to say it. Gotta do something to kill time, so here's some useless crap about me
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I'm no longer going to call anybody except Sayeed. I called Diana last night to see if her and Marek wanted to hang out. Marek said he'd call me back in a little bit because he wanted to grab something to eat and Diana had to drop her brother off. 2 hours later, I called back, thinking that sometimes people just forget things. Nope. Diana said she'
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Yeah. My face hurts and I don't know why. I was going to write a lot of stuff here, but then I realized that I didn't know exactly how I wanted to say it and that if anyone cared, they are probably hella tired of hearing about how much *insert whatever here* sucks. I'm going to go smoke a cigarette and collect my thoughts. If you don't want to hear
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Damn, I just realized that I never have anything positive to say whenever I update. I swear I'm not fucking emo. It's just the way things are. I bet most emo kids would stop slitting their wrists for a whole month just to have my life to complain about. Anyway, I'm hella bored. My house sucks. Theres nothing to do here, and none of my friends ever
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There's just not enough Jello in those fucking snack packs. I just ate like a 6-pack of Jello snack packs, and I'm still hungry. I'm not even hungry really, I just want to eat something. I was watching Haggard, but like 5 minutes into it, I realized how much it was like my life. So I got pissed off and turned it off. Now I'm just hella bored. Marek
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I got hit on by a 36-year old crankster. It was creepy. She told me that I looked like Freddie Prinze Jr. I don't fuckin' think so, bitch. Then she tried to kiss me. I got away, but in my struggle, my last cigarette fell out of my ear. I didn't notice until I woke up at 5 in the morning and wanted to smoke it. That was a fucked up day.