the best way to start out telling a story is with "so, no shit, there i was..."
so, no shit, there i was at the dead milkmen show at the trocadero last sunday. etc dot dot dot. u get the point.
being single is the greatest fucking thing ever. thanx to my x for pulling the plug on that one. i am now re-awakened. how long had i been sleeping?? sheesh.
im kinda dating this guy i got up wit last week. i feel bad cuz he really likes me and i like him too but, i dont want a relationship. its not him, i dont want a relationship with anyone. not what im looking for. ive been hooking up with different people and i like that. i got like 4 differnt honies. two guys and two girls. im not a pimp. im just rollin da dice. actually, ive hooked up with the 2 guys, kissed one girl last week who i havent called yet and the other girl is my friend and were just flirtatious as hell. so, i dig this guy n'all and i feel bad. i dont want to hurt him and i most likely will. whats worse is last night i met his parents and his dad chilled with us till like 3 in the morn. me and his pops fucking hit it off. fuck, now im really screwed. anyhow. i think were playin it cool for right now.
so, i slept till 3 p.m. today. makin up for time lost during the week. wednesday night i got home at 5 to find my brother and his friend chillin downstairs. yeah, me and my bro's friend stayed up till like 7 or 8. then, turkey day dinner. went to my friends crib that night till like 230. then friday i was at schwenksville, got home round 3. was up for work at 8. last night, me and that guy stayed up till 6. so, yeah. such is my life. now, back to my compositions for 2-d. days of partying followed by days of diligence and hard work. such is, my life.
damn, this is long. i think my membership is up soon so i figure id utilize while i stil got it. i think its kinda stupid though. i dont even keep a journal personally. i write like poetry, prose, lyrics, rhymes and what not but, never a journal. and then i post this shit for anyone and no one to read. i dont know why. and i apologize to any one who commented on mine that i havent gotten back to. its no dis. i just dont have time to do this kinda stuff. i am consummed. and you are not amused. where the fuck is the door?
so, no shit, there i was at the dead milkmen show at the trocadero last sunday. etc dot dot dot. u get the point.
being single is the greatest fucking thing ever. thanx to my x for pulling the plug on that one. i am now re-awakened. how long had i been sleeping?? sheesh.
im kinda dating this guy i got up wit last week. i feel bad cuz he really likes me and i like him too but, i dont want a relationship. its not him, i dont want a relationship with anyone. not what im looking for. ive been hooking up with different people and i like that. i got like 4 differnt honies. two guys and two girls. im not a pimp. im just rollin da dice. actually, ive hooked up with the 2 guys, kissed one girl last week who i havent called yet and the other girl is my friend and were just flirtatious as hell. so, i dig this guy n'all and i feel bad. i dont want to hurt him and i most likely will. whats worse is last night i met his parents and his dad chilled with us till like 3 in the morn. me and his pops fucking hit it off. fuck, now im really screwed. anyhow. i think were playin it cool for right now.
so, i slept till 3 p.m. today. makin up for time lost during the week. wednesday night i got home at 5 to find my brother and his friend chillin downstairs. yeah, me and my bro's friend stayed up till like 7 or 8. then, turkey day dinner. went to my friends crib that night till like 230. then friday i was at schwenksville, got home round 3. was up for work at 8. last night, me and that guy stayed up till 6. so, yeah. such is my life. now, back to my compositions for 2-d. days of partying followed by days of diligence and hard work. such is, my life.
damn, this is long. i think my membership is up soon so i figure id utilize while i stil got it. i think its kinda stupid though. i dont even keep a journal personally. i write like poetry, prose, lyrics, rhymes and what not but, never a journal. and then i post this shit for anyone and no one to read. i dont know why. and i apologize to any one who commented on mine that i havent gotten back to. its no dis. i just dont have time to do this kinda stuff. i am consummed. and you are not amused. where the fuck is the door?
take care!!