turns out that i might have a car to drive this summer after all, says my mom, so we'll see. it would be nice.

today is so nice out i can hardly stand it, so i decided to go inside and use the computer.

i'll be checking my mailbox daily.

my dad wouldn't let robb come out, even though my mom already bought him a ticket. i'm hung over. laura has to work saturday morning so she probably won't get to come next weekend. my mom just reminded me that i have no idea how i'm even going to go to work when i come home for the summer, since i don't have a car anymore. she said i better try ( Read more... )

tomorrow ROBB is coming to the city for the first time since i moved here! fucking excited? your bet your bitch ass i am! if it lives up to half of my expectations, then at least one of us will end up in jail ( Read more... )

I AM 9% EMO!
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last night melissa was crying and instead of turning up the music, i put down my book, picked up my bottle, and she and i drank away her sorrow till the wee hours of the night ( Read more... )

homework's done! or at least the stuff i needed the computer to do. just in time, i've been in the lab for three hours. well, i've been fucking around on the internet most of the time, but i did get a lot of work done. now i want to go home, have a drink and find some pleasant company to go out with. i need to be out tonight. it's just nice ( Read more... )

my computer is officially fucked. it won't even open word now. i'm at school trying to do homework. i can't write now in my own home. that sucks ass. what is a boy to do? i do all my best stuff at 2am. the school lab kicks me out at nine. fucking A. whoever invented technology can kiss my ass.

we might have found someone to sublet my room. detroit better make room. it's almost summer and i'm coming home.

five more weeks.

gotta get that money.

summer comes but once a year.

all i want for christmass is lottery tickets. and for christmass to be sooner.

i did what everyone at kellan's expected me to. i made an ass of myself. drunk on wine and relief.

oh well.

i'm putting out the fire. slow and steady wins the race. she drove to my side of the town. there was a battle. swords flying. the kind of battle everyone loses ( Read more... )