it starts again...stop saying that we're invincibleremember the days of kindergarten, of first and second grade. when everyone was your friend. the kid you never talked to was your buddy, the girl who became the popular one was your friend. remember those days. you could always bum a crayon, or a marker, or a pair of scissors off of someone, ( Read more... )

so i started working at the shop rite by my house and so far i'm not too found on it. i really want another job doing something i enjoy, but i doubt that will happen. oh well...but for serious, i'm willing to take anything but this deli. anything...if you know anyone, or are hiring, or something...please get at me. thanks

since about 11:00 last night my world has been in a mini tail slide. it's not about parents, or friends being ass holes. it's not about girlfriends or siblings, it's a bit worse ( Read more... )

"my life is brilliant ( Read more... )

I can’t even fucking write anything do you know how annoying that is. When you want to write and you can’t even begin to get the words flowing…it’s aggravating. Ugh, to the extreme.

Work. A simple concept really. You go somewhere, you put in your time, you get paid and you pay off your debt, you buy your shit. It goes on and on and on and on and on. It's not like the fucking movies where the guy has the job he hates but he needs to make ends meet. I'm stuck in my house with no job and a father who is coming down on me like an ( Read more... )

so here i sit...counting down the days until i leave the district of columbia, once and for all. i have to say i've had my fair share of fun and good times down here, but overall i am more then excited to be coming back to the city of brotherly love. baseball games, best friends, old friends, girl friend, family...the list is endless. but yet here ( Read more... )

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i've just morphed into a "hateful" person over the past few weeks. i blame it on facebook and myspace pictures, not having a cell phone, not getting to see the cooperstown exhibit and a phillies meltdown. i've wished under my breath that bad things would happen to people who's company i used to enjoy, but seemingly don't anymore. well i would still ( Read more... )

The way Chuck Palahniuk describes insomnia in "Fight Club" is the way I feel from 1:00 AM to 3:00 AM when I stay up. I just can't fall asleep, so here I am. Isn't it lovely? Insomnia is amazing sometimes. It really is ( Read more... )