Why does this happen with every good relationship? I fall hard, one of us does something, I blow it out of proportion, get really pissed, and ruin a completely good thing. At least I think I can fix this one. Or so I hope.

So, went to work, saw Dezz in the hospital, slept in the car on the way back, ate some bitchin' raviloli previous to that (funny story about it), and discovered my lady's dog is scared as hell of palm fronds laying on the ground.

I really don't wanna go to work tomorrow.

So, I got a job at starbucks. I know right? Finally, Dan gets a goddamn job. I've also finally got an awesome girlfriend, nad may be moving to tampa sometime soon.

I really hope I didn't fuck this up. I've got a really good thing going, and I might have blown it just to have a good time with the guys.

Fuck this state. This shit is so stupid. I hate it so much. There's nothing for me here. Once I can save up around 10 grand, I'm moving to NY. Fuck the hell out of this state. I hope I'll have enough by the end of the year.

I am egotistical. Self-centered. Angry. Depressed. Vengeful. Jealous. Petty. Vindictive. A lover. A fighter. An addict. A smoker. A drinker. Hopeful. Lonely. Happy. Awesome. Funny. Joyous. Silly. Serious. Addictive. Fun to be around. Enjoyable. Hilarious. Punk. Emo. Hardcore. Nerdy. Geeky. A Gamer. To sum it all up: I am myself, and nobody else.

It's 2008. Awesome, right? I'm really hoping this year turns out to be much better then last one. So far it seems that it will be, because I won't have to worry about being tempted to do something stupid like joining the military. What a mistake that was. I don't exactly regret it, but I will be the first to admit it was a terrible idea. I'm just ( Read more... )

So the past couple days have been really weird. Last night I completely couldn't take it any more, and I pretty much spilled my guts to a certain un-named girl. It turned out much better than I thought it would, but I was also deluding myself with the small chance of how good it could've turned out. Also, talked to my ex Kari today for the first ( Read more... )

So bryson texts me around 9:30 last night and says he wants to drive for a while to just clear his head. I remember discussing daytona with him earlier in the day, so I heartily agree. We get about half an hour away, and have hit every green light in tampa on the way to daytona, and finally we just decide "Fuck it, to daytona we go!" It's a 2 hour ( Read more... )