Not a bad weekend. Actually, a pretty fucking great weekend. That's all I need to say. I have one thing to say to the unbelieving ones, the doubtful and fearful ones.

Grasp your desire and smile.

Here's a call to all you Bay City people. The ones sitting around sipping their beers, smoking their pot, and smoking their cigarettes whining about being here. They say, "There's nothing to do." After whining about that, they still sit there. Guess what? There's nothing to do because you aren't doing anything. I'm sick of each and every ( Read more... )

Hmmm... I think my journal is turning to Lana's journal. Just me talking about the thoughts and feelings I've had about her. Whereas hers was the same about me. Anyway, to get on with it. Lana called me today. Which was refreshing. Missed me, or wanted to talk to me. Something like that. Anyway, we were talking, and again, it felt really ( Read more... )

Not a bad day. Eventful, but for some reason unfulfilling. Woke up knowing that I didn't have class today (thank the gods) and I really wanted to do something. So, after a while, I hung out with Gezus. We went and ate at China Buffet. Which was nice. Gezus wanted to stab some people behind us, because they had said something quite stupid, I ( Read more... )

So, last night I don't think I was in my right mind. Actually, I don't think I was in any part of my mind at all. It felt like one of those delusions I used to have, but instead of changing reality, it was erasing reality. I don't know. It's hard to explain. It felt like everything I wanted, everything I enjoyed, everything I had, everything I ( Read more... )

What a long day. Lana's birthday was today. For anyone who didn't know, that's why I was making the doll. Sorry to keep it secret, but I wanted to keep it discreet until then. So, this morning I went over there to give it to her. I was nervous as hell the whole way there and talking to her. Seeing her was really overwhelming, I guess. Maybe ( Read more... )

Nice weekend. Haven't had one that good in a while. Allowed me a chance to step away from my head for a little while. Thanks to those (who shall remain nameless) who reminded me how much I love cocaine. Rock on! (pun intended) It kind of makes me wish that weekends like that would happen more often. Or... weeks, for that matter. So, ( Read more... )

Geramie won't lay off this speech he keeps giving me. Apparently, I've changed. I'm just not me anymore. I'm more depressed than usual, and that's kinda hard. Supposedly, I haven't had a sincere smile in a while. Well, you know what? So what? It happens. It seems that no matter what, I'm always going to hate myself and I don't know quite ( Read more... )

To all the coffee-drinking late night degenerates...

Join...
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You know who you are...

I am so pathetic. I spent the night with Dee and Cheryl at Dee's. I woke up late. Played guitar for a bit, and went downstairs for a cigarette. Then, I noticed a single purple hair on my jeans. I picked it off and looked at it. I couldn't think straight. I was overwhelmed and I started crying a bit. Then, I realized that the hair was from ( Read more... )