hello livejournal world. This will be my last entry here. I'm retiring the ol' journal. take it sleazy.

I pretty much have to tell James he can't stay at my house anymore. I actually feel pretty bad about it. Even though we never hang out together or anything anymore, and as much as I hate outsiders knowing my business and everything that goes on in my home... I still don't like displacing the guy. I know how much he dreads going back to his folks ( Read more... )

I dedicate this entry to Mika-pee-pee. Let the truth be told. So listen, you little shit ( Read more... )

man, I feel happy. I stopped associating with all my old "friends" just in time. From what I've been hearing, everyone is jumping down everyone else's throats. There's a ton of "he said, she said" crap. A ton of betrayal and alledged betrayal. I mean, this is the kinda stuff I thought only happened to Roman Senators and Caesars hundreds of ( Read more... )

I can't stand the media. Reporters are all a bunch of phonies. I can look at them on the screen and just tell they don't give two shakes about the story they're telling. And the networks don't care about just getting us the facts. They only care about ratings and... money, like everyone else. There are plenty of good stories out there, but ( Read more... )

Well, I gave Chelsea her "49 day notice". I thought she shoulda been happy occupying half of my house and being able to do pretty much anything she wants. But it wasn't enough for her. She just HAD to constantly bust my balls. And it was always about the same 2 or 3 things that pissed her off. You would think when your staying at a big and ( Read more... )

Went to a party at Tracy's place with Tsosie, this weekend. Saw Cassie and Tannes for the first time in a long while. Never get to see them since they moved away. Got to chill with Tracy and Zach too. Don't see them very often anymore either. So it was cool ( Read more... )

I got home after a long busy day of work. and the first thing i hear is Chelsea saying, "where have you been all day?!" in a mean mama-like tone. I says "work." she says "no, before that. in the morning." I says, "my sister's." Then she proceeds to give me the third-degree like she owns me. I had two people over at *MY* house, last night, ( Read more... )

after work lastnight, I got sooo freakin' drunk. i yacked for the first time in ages. i passed out for the first time in ages. and i have a hang-over for the first time in ages. uncool. and that wasnt even the worst part. some fugly chick at the bar kept buggin' me for a ride. so being the sucker that i am, i was like "alright. but i'm ( Read more... )

In honor of the first day of Lent, I've decided to post a befitting poem I wrote. I tried to use Bob Dylan's style of writing for this one ( Read more... )