18 years, 18 years, and after 18 years he found out it wasnt his. all i really want is pot. and some friends from charleston would be nice. i have a lot of options in life. but what the fuck to choose. i have a lot of places i can live for free; here, my mothers place, my older borhters place in NJ. getting an apt here with friends from home, ( Read more... )

yep. its true; the sobriety of life has hit me again. literally and figuraively. its so nice to see pics of charleston kids online having fun, and makes me miss shit. BUT i cant help but think what the fuck are these kids parading around in american apparel, high on who knows what, and drunk as fuck, doing with themselves. the reality of life is ( Read more... )

HEllo world. i am alive and in nYC. i currently reside on a twin air mattress on melissas living room floor. i got a job for a minute, plassing out fliers for 200bucks. that was cool. things are going well. i am happy here. people are rude, just like i remember. so i got a job booking at a couple clubs and threw my first show last night. it went ( Read more... )

someone make me leave here already. packing was so difficult. i either gave or threw so much shit away. you know, like my old papers, clothes, books, friends, cds, furniture, food, sheets, my cat, tv & vcr, vhs & dvds, shoes, weed, and the list keeps going going going ( Read more... )

so its what?, october 26th 2005, 6:30 pm, and where am i? at work. cleaning out my desk. i got my car tuned up and an oil change. i printed my thesis. its so good. i did such a good job. i sent it for binding today. damn that felt good ( Read more... )

IM PRINTING! yay.
thesis: DONE
i hand in that fucking thing tomorrow!

then PARTY at my house!
my goodbye party.
im leaving town on thursday.

come to upper deck tonight too!

i love my friends.

get me wasted.

i'll make out with you.

i do it to feel better, and then feel worse that people may infact read my journal, then nothing. pfft ( Read more... )

i am slowly ralizing we can never be friends. i am in a state of perpetual submission living here. i cut my hair tonight. i am moving to ny. i want to die. right now i am packing. i got all my pictures in a box. its a big box, i have 3, 4, maybe 5 ablums and 4 boxes of pictures not counting 2 small albums (+1) with an additional notebook dedicated ( Read more... )

i am. finally ( Read more... )

so remember i was telling everyone i was goign to go sober? well, i did. today, it has been one week and 2 days that i have not drank alcohol (not even a sip), or done drugs. except for pot. i smoke a lot of that. not any amount that would inhibit my normal activities. i even went to upper deack, acs and goeoffs party and i didnt do shit. no beer, ( Read more... )