We are OK

It's time to forget the worthless people.
I don't need my world clouded by you, liars.

Keep your fucking distance.

so here i sit, in my brand new office, at my brand new desk, on my new computer, nect to my new phone with my own extension, applying for my new business cards, drinking coffee, reading "mortgage originator" and "the new york mortgage press," thinking about what to go and get for lunch.

pizza? sushi?

Do I really want to be cool with you?
I don't owe you anything.

Now what am I supposed to do?

do i look stoned all the time?

Diamonds on my neck,
Di-Diamonds on my grill.

i strongly agree with the other two posts that say "fuck you" a lot.

i'm moving back home
=)

"Feel the fire
Feel my love inside you so bright"