bronte

My post yesterday was a big pile of crap. If I spent half as much time DOING as I did writing bullshit, I might be better off. I am happy actually. It just sort of happened one day.

My roommate is staying with a buddy tonight. I was hoping to talk with him tonight but it's nice having the place to myself and all. I'm in a pensive mood anyway. Going to write to a friend. Only my closest friends receive my infamous 10-page diatribes written at 2-3am. It's a dubious honor, I'm sure.

I'm brain-dead again. Time for pizza and Family Guy.

Literally just got a message from a friend...his dad died. Fuck...fucking fucking fuck.

Gotta go...