Things just got even more fucked up. My tata is being charged with multiple counts, and could face prison. He wouldn't survive prison. My nana would be alone. The situation is all so unbelievable, that I don't know how to deal with it.

My body hates me right now. I no longer understand getting wasted. 10 years too late, Matthew.

I told Desiree what my intentions are, and she is open to the idea. Things are looking up. Things are always looking up.

I think Naveed and Oscar were upset that nobody showed up to my birthday shit, but I didn't really care.

Cordially,
The Funky

The great insignificance of the human race has never been something I've been blind too. The history of mankind is a grain of sand in the Sahara Desert, and nothing that is "accomplished" by us holds any real value whatsoever. Whatever that means. Value itself is something that is just pulled out of somebody's ass anyways ( Read more... )

I've been ripping envelopes and pushing papers around a desk for a little over a week, and i'm surprised I've lasted this long. In the past I'd walked out on jobs for little to no reason ( Read more... )

I got to see De La Soul for the first time ever tonight. It was an amazing show! Mark was pissy, and Melissa didn't really seem to give it a chance, but fuck it, I had a great time. My legs hurt from jumping around, and I'm super tired. Bed. Sleeeep.

Today I decided to do something that would make me feel completely uncomfortable, and went to Barro's for slices. Shorty was there, and I was super anxious. After I sat down, I laughed at the absurdity of it all. She seemed happy to see me, and even asked me for my number when I left. I was a bit confused by it, but I obliged. Going back to hanging ( Read more... )

I'm a little worried that I'm reaching a level of desperation that makes me uncomfortable. I find myself contemplating certain things that would've never crossed my mind before. There needs to be some sort of change that I make in order to avoid doing something incredibly dangerous/stupid. I really need to improve my situation, and soon.

Fuuuuuuuckiiiiinnngggg boooooorrrrrreeeeddddddd.

I applied for about 50 jobs this past week. That's not an exaggeration. Bartending, retail, bussing tables, and even making cheese for shamrock farm. Let's hope I land something soooooon.

Time to go sweat.

I don't think I really want a girlfriend. I just want to feel wanted.