Johnny Cash--one of the few musicians i could share with my dad. Respect.

Left NYC to visit my little sister in GA--she's in college down here, and i have to say, she's in college with an assload of beautiful women.

Now, when i'm roaming the streets of NY, trying out my game, i seem to come across as some kind of crappier version of what i am, cause my shit don't fly up there--but wandering the campus of UGA, macking on every little hot girl, and even the five hundred i'm not macking on, i'm coming across like some kind of white Tupac. Game, baby, game. I'm carrying multiple digits right now, and some of them actually correspond to ladies both hot and non-retarded.

So i'm walking Daisy--she's a deaf pitbull with serious behavior issues who doesn't like you and wants to eat you, and all of a sudden she's trying to go into this back dark stairwell (this is on the upper west side) and there's this dropdead break your pelvis type woman chilling in the dark smoking. Blonde. She and i get to talking because i'm from down south and don't have this asshole-new-york-i-can't-do-anything-but-sneer attitude and before too long i'm trying to talk her into adopting one of the 8-gazillion cats we have at the hospital, not because i'm nice, because i'm not, but because if she adopts one i don't have to clean up after it. Then it clicks--it's that Jenna Elfman lady from that crappy Ed Norton movie (my boss said she's on some tv show too).

And i didn't even know, and she's totally jocking my shit, she's coming by tomorrow to hang.

And i'm still waiting on my doucebag of an ex to make her regular "i miss you,think about you everyday, need you love you, we're still broken up but let's fuck" call.

goddamn weasels, everywhere i tell you.

FUCK OFF, i'm so sick of this, she's not coming back, she's not worth this, i don't give a fuck, and what am i doing writing this on some website? For what? Because some trick ass other one can come and shit down my throat again? Again? Here's the thing, i got what, less than a week to figure this out and act like everythings cool and i don't care, and i'm all better, and i understand, oh jeezus, i'm so understanding, and i get it, it wasn't your fault, you didn't mean it, you think about me everyday, so on, so forth--this is what you get, right? You get kicked in the teeth for what?

this is your fault you idiot

(don't beat up on yourself)

shove that treatment center pop pyschology talk in your ass. this is your fault, you know it. You knew what she was when it started.

She didn't want to do this anyway. she gave up a long time ago, this was not going anywhere, you don't want to go back to the way college was, screwing anything and everything.

i still miss her though, the way she smelled and giggled at nothing, the pulling on my shirt, the way she cried, her awful taste in music and her inability to let anything go.

Then go back--but it's not the way you think it was.

SHU
who cares manit'sdone.
notthatbigofadealnotthatbigofadealnothimisssher for citreated her good i did i looked out i was there and i had a life once what happened to me? what happened i'm gonna puke

i should go to bed, but i'm gonna smoke first. Since both my roommates are screwing their ex-girlfriends, does that make it okay for me as well? I mean, she really fucked me over and all that, and it's not like we have a future, and she still calls and stuff.

nevermind, it's nothing anyway. i need to find that rival schools t-shirt.