First off, thanks to everyone who wrote to me. Sometimes some reassurence is all one needs to get through hard times. Sometimes I wish I could be like most people and just not give a fuck, or at least not know about these things. Life would be so much easier if I just ate meat and shopped at the big stores where I can get everything I want under one roof. Sometimes I falter and wonder why I do know and care about things. I know it's all worth it, but sometimes I doubt if it makes a difference. So again, thnk you for the reassurence and support.
h.s. and I are currently trying to stake out a good location for our guerilla garden here in Stockton. It's not going so well, but we're not giving up. Soon we'll be groing all the vegetables we can eat.
So I've been without video games for a little over a month. It feels pretty good. h.s. is going to buy Final Fantasy X-2 today, and I'm going to start playing again, but only on sundays, since that's my veg day anyway.
Went to my friend Robin's birhtday last night with h.s. and hung out with people who we know talk mad shit on us. Even the fucker who's iguana we rescued was there with his negligent mother of a girlfriend and her fucked up two year old daughter. Needless to say it upset the two of us just a little. But we were ther for Robin and that's what mattered. Fuck those other people. Let 'em talk shit. Let them spread their rumors through the streets; I'll be here painting my life a masterpiece.
Laundry day and payday and day two of my four days off.
h.s. and I are currently trying to stake out a good location for our guerilla garden here in Stockton. It's not going so well, but we're not giving up. Soon we'll be groing all the vegetables we can eat.
So I've been without video games for a little over a month. It feels pretty good. h.s. is going to buy Final Fantasy X-2 today, and I'm going to start playing again, but only on sundays, since that's my veg day anyway.
Went to my friend Robin's birhtday last night with h.s. and hung out with people who we know talk mad shit on us. Even the fucker who's iguana we rescued was there with his negligent mother of a girlfriend and her fucked up two year old daughter. Needless to say it upset the two of us just a little. But we were ther for Robin and that's what mattered. Fuck those other people. Let 'em talk shit. Let them spread their rumors through the streets; I'll be here painting my life a masterpiece.
Laundry day and payday and day two of my four days off.
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It's just that easy, folks.