| August 12th, 2007 |
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it's official...
I wanna drive my car into lake st. clair.
it's 5:30 and I have work at 11. I can't sleep. I eat wayyyy too much, and I still can't think straight. I think my friends all hate me because I'm sick of my mother bitching at me about them and then I, therefore, bitch to them. I'm thinking of ditching the moving with ty thing and just take a bus to the middle of nowhere and start my life anew, like some bad teen novel where the coked out bitch decides it's time to get everything straight and lives in a rural area, grows crops, and finds a husband. I don't know what story that'd be from, but believe me...it's cliche` in some manner. I wanna go back to florida and see if my dad can get me a job there. My mother told me the other night that I sounded like my father (in a negative manner). How the fuck would she know? it's been over 19 years since she talked to the bastard. It's not like I completely dislike my father, but he's definitely not a rolemodel for the youngins. I really hope he doesn't have anymore kids. that'd be kinda frightening. I considered the fact that I definitely won't be able to get this comic done. I never can. It'd be great. It'd really be great. But I can't. I fell all of those who inspired this amazing story of a group of people and a garage filled with a bunch of shit where we'd spend drunken nights and hungover mornings in is now just what it was meant to be. Just simply a garage. It's lost all its luster. There is no more garage. It's just a cd player, a tv, 3 couches, a chair, a table, and a pile a mile high of cigarette butts and 64oz drinks. I hate the fact that brianna can't fucking watch herself. She got pissy with me about the god damn remote tonight. 12 am too. I know kids can stay up later in the summer, but this stupid kid is up until 2 am watching disney channel. And that's what this was about. Some zach effron or whatever the fuck was doing this show that was prerecorded on our tv and I was watching simpsons and scrubs reruns I've never seen before. I tell her she can watch it tomorrow and I had dibs and the remote. She starts screaming bloody fucking murder. What the hell is that?! Honestly!
florida's not sounding too bad right now.
I love you all and I'm sorry.Current Mood:  blah Current Music: Snow Patrol - How to Be Dead |
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