i feel my life is an empty book right now. its the chapter that is so perforated that you skip over it. nothing is exciting in my life. exception to the art accomplishments, thats it. i sit at the computer, play ps2 and watch tv. i do a little homework now and then but i really dont have alot. when i was living in denver i didnt have a car but a did hella more things. i have a car here and i dont do shit. pathetic. i should go out. i stopped calling this girl and she stopped calling me. that wasnt going anywhere. she was mentally challenge, figuratively speaking. she didnt have any culture. she was thin, blonde hair tan...basically she was hot but all she wanted to do was drink and smoke. she had this snoody soriety girl attitude still. i met this one girl that was cool as hell, guess what, she moves back to wyoming the following week stopping in denver which she loves. i hate living here. i want my mom to get better. 
brokenalice:
I understand what you mean about having a car but no place to go... I often see tons of things I'd like to do in the weekly planet but, more often than not, it's some weird artsy thing that I'd be hard pressed to find someone to accomany me to. Either that or it costs more money than I can afford, which is about zilch. It's hard as hell to find anyone in Tampa that even knows the definition of culture. They think that if you have to sit next to someone who speaks another language, in their book, that more than qualifies them. Good luck on the chick hunt...
grey:
i'm sorry. she'll get better and you'll be out soon.