just added a pic, had to resize it a shitload, so it kinda sucks, but hopefully i'll get something fixed up better soon. It was taken in my old dorm room, and I kinda look young in the photo for some odd reason.. and I was probably high out of my mind at the time. My friend Mandy took it.. i think.
I swear to God, people don't know how to fuckin' love. I dunno, i guess i'm just a little bitter cause my X (who i still have.. or at least, i think i still have an inexclusive relationship with) decided she'd rather study for an "essential calc test" then have me drive 9 hours each way to see her for one night... maybe i'm desperate, maybe i'm romantic, and maybe she's a total bitch. Either way, i'm still going to think she's incredible someone... love is fuckin' weird like that.. makes me think of Sublime "my and my girl.. we got this relationship.. I love her so bad.. and she treats me like shit."
I hate Old people who drive and don't know what the fuck they're doing. Every goddamned day in great barrington at 2:15pm bingo gets out or some shit and old people flood the streets, cutting me off, going 15 mph, disobeying traffic laws because they aren't used to not having a fucking horse drawn carriage. Some old people are cool, but if you have fucking alziemers don't drive.. please... or maybe they just forgot they aren't supposed to...
Well, i could bitch here all night long and still not be done, and i'd talk about one of the 8 million wonderful things going on (like talking to my friend Libby, or my friend Jamie, or my friend Dan, or my friend Ryan, or whatever) but that just makes me sound like some boring romantic hippy asshole... of course.. that makes the assumtion anyone reads this. But then.. should I really try and edit the content? shouldn't this just be a ramble straight from my head and whatever's going on inside it? Well, i think it's turning out like that anyways. Fuck. I think i'm going to take off my shoes and practice my ADHD so I can get more speed. Oh wait, that was last year. Time to fly out the window in a dream. This just got weird. Why am i still typing? You may never know. Gee.. this is a big fucking paragraph. I'm not being funny am I. Logic would dictate that I stop.. as this joke isn't funny, but yet I still keep on going. la dahdah dah la dahdah dah dah. Hail mary..
DROOGZ R B4D n stuff... so do more of them and tour the country with D.A.R.E... i'm out motherfuckers.
I swear to God, people don't know how to fuckin' love. I dunno, i guess i'm just a little bitter cause my X (who i still have.. or at least, i think i still have an inexclusive relationship with) decided she'd rather study for an "essential calc test" then have me drive 9 hours each way to see her for one night... maybe i'm desperate, maybe i'm romantic, and maybe she's a total bitch. Either way, i'm still going to think she's incredible someone... love is fuckin' weird like that.. makes me think of Sublime "my and my girl.. we got this relationship.. I love her so bad.. and she treats me like shit."
I hate Old people who drive and don't know what the fuck they're doing. Every goddamned day in great barrington at 2:15pm bingo gets out or some shit and old people flood the streets, cutting me off, going 15 mph, disobeying traffic laws because they aren't used to not having a fucking horse drawn carriage. Some old people are cool, but if you have fucking alziemers don't drive.. please... or maybe they just forgot they aren't supposed to...
Well, i could bitch here all night long and still not be done, and i'd talk about one of the 8 million wonderful things going on (like talking to my friend Libby, or my friend Jamie, or my friend Dan, or my friend Ryan, or whatever) but that just makes me sound like some boring romantic hippy asshole... of course.. that makes the assumtion anyone reads this. But then.. should I really try and edit the content? shouldn't this just be a ramble straight from my head and whatever's going on inside it? Well, i think it's turning out like that anyways. Fuck. I think i'm going to take off my shoes and practice my ADHD so I can get more speed. Oh wait, that was last year. Time to fly out the window in a dream. This just got weird. Why am i still typing? You may never know. Gee.. this is a big fucking paragraph. I'm not being funny am I. Logic would dictate that I stop.. as this joke isn't funny, but yet I still keep on going. la dahdah dah la dahdah dah dah. Hail mary..
DROOGZ R B4D n stuff... so do more of them and tour the country with D.A.R.E... i'm out motherfuckers.