The ex is stalking all my friends and family on Myspace... which means I'm going to get a phonecall or message or whatever from her soon. Probably misses my cock.
I'm confused by people my age who don't work at all but still live. I'd KILLL to not have a job right now, and just enjoy the summer. I want so badly to do something childish like an impromptu roadtrip. You know what my father did the summer he was 20? He drove from Atlantic City to Santa Monica pier. TWICE. What am I doing? I'm working, and spending my day off bored as hell because all my friends are working. If I had money I'd go to the mall or something and spend money on something useless (1/16 of the american dream). BAH.
I wouldn't mind a girlfriend. Along with the love and affection it will give me something to drive to or hang out with or spend money on besides me and tsunami victims for once.
I WANT A BAND!!!
And I don't wanna be an old man anymore.
It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor.
Shaking booty, making sweet love all the night.
It's time I got back to the good life.
It's time I got back, it's time I got back.
And I don't even know how I got off the track
I wanna go back.
*sigh*
I take depression medication for smoking cessation. I stopped smoking. But I still get depressed.
The irony.
I want someone to give me money for my tattoos I want. I want to sit in a comfy leather chair for at least 2 hours as some guy or girl gets all creative on my skin. The pain is more of a liberation from normality and life. And that liberation lasts forever on that part of your body.
I'm going bowling tonight... but that kind of sucks because JD doesnt get off work until 9 and I have work at 8 tomorrow.... I just got the greatest urge to quit. Oh well.
I hate when I do go to parties and people just beg me to drink. NO! I'll have one beer to humor you, be grateful for it. It makes it such a drag going to parties and people just piss me off begging me to drink. I don't want to drink! My best friend excluded because I don't mind when he does it.
Here's the deal... I only get drunk at my house for his house... which is across the street from my house. Hell back when I smoked pot it took me 3 months to finally start smoking at my friends apartment. Boy I must of smoked at least 40 pounds of pot myself during the apartment days. I always went there. I was never home. We watched Blade Runner and smoked pot and loved life. That's gone and I feel like some fucking old man schmuck who already grew up to suits and ties. Everyones doing shrooms or acid or something, which I won't do and everything is so distorted.
That whole paragraph was written in time to the build-up of only in dreams by weezer. It was the greatest paragraph I've ever written and the most fun. Imagine having a life soundtrack. Oh its great.
You know what?
I've just had the greatest idea.
Giving the finger.
To everything.
I'll start smoking pot again.
I'll stay up and out with friends regardless of whether Im working or not at 8 the next morning.
Why should I let my obligations to the Man rain on my parade called pre-adulthood.
Why should I let my petty part-time slavery ruin my life?
The men will be ecstatic of my return.
I'm confused by people my age who don't work at all but still live. I'd KILLL to not have a job right now, and just enjoy the summer. I want so badly to do something childish like an impromptu roadtrip. You know what my father did the summer he was 20? He drove from Atlantic City to Santa Monica pier. TWICE. What am I doing? I'm working, and spending my day off bored as hell because all my friends are working. If I had money I'd go to the mall or something and spend money on something useless (1/16 of the american dream). BAH.
I wouldn't mind a girlfriend. Along with the love and affection it will give me something to drive to or hang out with or spend money on besides me and tsunami victims for once.
I WANT A BAND!!!
And I don't wanna be an old man anymore.
It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor.
Shaking booty, making sweet love all the night.
It's time I got back to the good life.
It's time I got back, it's time I got back.
And I don't even know how I got off the track
I wanna go back.
*sigh*
I take depression medication for smoking cessation. I stopped smoking. But I still get depressed.
The irony.
I want someone to give me money for my tattoos I want. I want to sit in a comfy leather chair for at least 2 hours as some guy or girl gets all creative on my skin. The pain is more of a liberation from normality and life. And that liberation lasts forever on that part of your body.
I'm going bowling tonight... but that kind of sucks because JD doesnt get off work until 9 and I have work at 8 tomorrow.... I just got the greatest urge to quit. Oh well.
I hate when I do go to parties and people just beg me to drink. NO! I'll have one beer to humor you, be grateful for it. It makes it such a drag going to parties and people just piss me off begging me to drink. I don't want to drink! My best friend excluded because I don't mind when he does it.
Here's the deal... I only get drunk at my house for his house... which is across the street from my house. Hell back when I smoked pot it took me 3 months to finally start smoking at my friends apartment. Boy I must of smoked at least 40 pounds of pot myself during the apartment days. I always went there. I was never home. We watched Blade Runner and smoked pot and loved life. That's gone and I feel like some fucking old man schmuck who already grew up to suits and ties. Everyones doing shrooms or acid or something, which I won't do and everything is so distorted.
That whole paragraph was written in time to the build-up of only in dreams by weezer. It was the greatest paragraph I've ever written and the most fun. Imagine having a life soundtrack. Oh its great.
You know what?
I've just had the greatest idea.
Giving the finger.
To everything.
I'll start smoking pot again.
I'll stay up and out with friends regardless of whether Im working or not at 8 the next morning.
Why should I let my obligations to the Man rain on my parade called pre-adulthood.
Why should I let my petty part-time slavery ruin my life?
The men will be ecstatic of my return.
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Yeah, back to the alcohol thing. It's been a real problem for me. I mean, people give me a real hard time about it. I don't understand. I don't like to fucking drink. I don't want to become a retard LIKE THESE FUCKS! Don't they know it ACTUALLY causes brain damage?