Rufus died. My favorite cat is gone, taken away before his time. But who's to say that this wasn't his time? If he's gone, then apparently it's his time. A moment of silence, please.
Well, let's see. Got my haircut. Short. I almost broke my neck playing chicken. And I lost. Tried some new food, got hammered, made a fool of myself and went to sleep. My neck still hurts pretty good. Now I've gotta go to an AutoBell meeting tonight, whoopdy-doo. Maybe play some pool afterwards.
Yep, it's been awhile. Just sitting here with things on my mind. I had an OC today, and I worked at AutoBell. My grandma has been sick, but she's getting better. Anger is our own self-destruct button. I like bread.
My eyes of Horus keep scabbing. I'm going to class, whatever. I have a bad feeling everytime people say they want to talk, it feels like they're leading me on. Makes me paranoid. I have lost sensation in the tips of my index fingers. I don't know why. And I'm in love. Goddamnit.
Just woke up not long agow. Pretty good weekend, I went out Thursday night to Logan's, then friday night I stayed around Bret's and last night I went to Scott's. Now I'm here by myself, reflecting
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