Single single single... single single single... I am very single... hating being single... Ride'em in, roll em up, smoke some weed, drinks some booze, gets some ass, fuck a bitch, single! ... yeah right. So anywayz, I hung out with my very good friend Twen yesterday. I was actually thinking about her that day because I had some stuff to tell her, and she showed up like 10 min later. It's funny how that works. If anybodys been seein the story I've been randomly posting on my journal, that's my current writing project. Me and Twen are working on a (amatuer) film version of that ( no, no porn or nudity - sorry ), so we talked alot about that, and I ended up chillin with her and her boitoi till like 9 that night. We got a little tipsy and watched some movies. It was all good. I start, though, to miss the old days of slipping out of the house unnoticed at like 12 and not comming back till 6am in enough time to slip back in and get ready for school/work. What was I doing at those times? Ha... do you know how many bars there are arround here? I was OUT havin fun. But... that unspeakable religious text says "When I was a child, I spoke like a child and thought like a child. But when I became a man I put away childish things..." Maturity finds us, but sometimes I just think maturity is just gaining the ability to deny ourselves enjoyment without regretting doing it. When we were children, we did what we wanted and had fun... but as we get older, we have to "grow up" and stop doing everything that makes us happy. I don't know. It's all so... morbid sometimes. Instead of living, it feels like dying. Oh well... as I age I'm sure I'll understand it more, though now I take more time to examine things and understand things then I did when I was younger.
Ring back ring back ring back, ring back ring back ring back, give my effin ring back...
Ring back ring back ring back, ring back ring back ring back, give my effin ring back...