I feel like a comedian. Not in the sense the Im funny, because most the shit I try to relay is rediculously lame, but more as in as Im going on with my act Im kept down by the constant scrutiny and malicious howls from the ever growing population of hecklers in my life. And what really eats away at me is how I have nothing to say back to them. ( Read more... )

Last night, for the very first time, someone refered to me as their best friend.

Well I feel like a total fucking douche, because I just woke someone who has to work in the morning up.

Check me out, Im kick ass.

Im going to say it anyway:

Cat woke herself up snoring.
She's to hot for me.

xGhaston: im a dork
A lipstick gun: me too, haha
A lipstick gun: oh yes you are, but aren't we all
xGhaston: oh but im the anthony michael hall type of dork from pretty in pink
A lipstick gun: he's cute
A lipstick gun: so you know what that means
xGhaston: im going to show your panties to a crowd of boys in the bathroom?

Wanda's fucking adorable.

The space shuttle is going up in about ten minutes.
"Im not going to Lie", I'm pretty excited (I'm also a huge nasa geek).

I had a little tequila earlier and I was feeling pretty nice.
Now my head just fucking hurts. Uncle Paul loves me.

It's funny; my veins feel clogged, but they've been clean for a year now.

For a second there I thought I threw away a perfectly good (unopened) pack of cigarettes.
I swear it's a feeling that can only be compared to a mother losing her child at a carnaval.

I hate walking in that house.