originalzombee

lets start a "get quinna an id" fund. i left my wallet at a friends house a while ago, and it looks like i'm not getting it back. he's been impossible to get a hold of. i don't know if he's busy, or what the deal is.

so


anyone wanna pitch in on my ID so i can get a damn fucking job already?

i'm poor, and facing getting the boot from the floor i'm on if i don't get a job and fast. fuck that bs.

help me out.


so yeah...today i was locked out of my apt and jay was at work so i wandered williamsburg in the cold ass bullshit. i fucking hate my roomates right now. so nick tlaked to them about getting me keys and they said no. so i'm pretty fucked right now. i feel like i'm taing it in the ass from them right now. jay and zak have both been a huuge help, and chris as well. jason has been aesome, as per usual, for the emotional support and the late night phone calls when i feel like i'm about to lose it. i need to get settled in some routine. i'm TIRED of living this way. i COULD go to cali, but there is some...well, A LOT of danger involved. we all know my heart tends to rule over my head, so who knows what could come of that? i need to talk to that boy soon about all that shizzle... *grumblegrumble* i hate the way i've been feeling lately. flat out needy. i hate that in the past year i've had to rely so heavily on other people. i want to be able to do shit for myself. its time to grow up and get on. i still feel the impending sence of doom that i'll only end up doing all this shit, and going thru all this hard work and heartache to only end up on the streets. sucks. i've been having shitty dreams about it.

tell me something sweet you heard/saw/did/had done to you recently.

me-as usual, jay bought me food. i like food. yum. some kid gave me a quater so i could play him in street fighter, he beat my ass. annnd zak dyed my hair green. pics to come.