my memory just bitch slapped the hell out of me lastnight in the most awkward unwanted way I could possibly think of. being the middle person all of the time causes nothing but more stress about problems that aren't even my own. coming to conclusions that 90% of my stress comes from other people's problems is good to come to, but fucking stupid ( Read more... )

I almost called you last night and I am sooooooooooooooooooooo glad I didn't. Aside from that, I have a very very unhealthy thing for Donnie Wahlberg right now, more than I normally did. And it makes me feel like I'm 14. Crazy. Also, going to Borders on Eight Mile and seeing the girl who messed up on my purchase last year and gave me 40 dollars or ( Read more... )

WHAT DONT YOU UNDERSTAND ABOUT SOMEONE NOT BEING ABLE TO DRIVE TO SACRAMENTO LET ALONE FOLSOM. LET ALONE GREENFIELD WHICH IS EVEN FURTHER AWAY. YOU PEOPLE HAVE TO BE THE BIGGEST FUCKING IDIOTS IVE EVER DEALT WITH IN MY ENTIRE LIFE AND PROBABLY ALL THE WAY UP UNTIL I DIE.

I dont like being told one thing and then another. at all. people should learn to make their word a bond rather than just a waste of my time.

with all the flakes in the world, you'd think the sun had dandruff.

I realized that whatever happened in the past is gone. done with. and expecting a growth from both ends is something that I just can't keep hoping for. No matter how much I feel backwards, the truth is it isn't me who is in that position. people grow apart all of the time. they either grow into something great with you, or they don't. you either ( Read more... )

chicken vs. the egg ordeal.

Every night I visit a hypaethral world that I, in all honesty, cannot complain about it. In which case, I sit cross-legged debating to the left & right of me with fellows whom I'd love to see right infront of me. Left will tell me to forget it. Ramble on a different route & be as impulsive as three million crusading men circa '85. Right, red ( Read more... )

this month has so far consisted of the following: bad haircuts, technology filled headaches, thinking of my dead cat, talks of moving to a way better house, having a cold for more than a week (thanks rhinovirus.), street fights involving dialoge such as "I love the way you touch me!" and "I want to shake the hand of the guy who just kicked my ass ( Read more... )

my only regret was not spending any time by myself.