I have no idea who you are.
That's fine with me.
I like the raccoon pictures.
And on your friends list I see Insomnia .
I've read him off of another journal's comments.
I've more or less just stayed away from anything else.
But poking my nose around today I read a post from him.
And since I've been gnawing on that boot, much to the chagrin of most of those who know me, I couldn't help but break my little policy and go ahead and add him to my list as well.
In other news, I have the ability to say "fuck you and your momma's nasty cunt" in such a way that makes passing ghetto superstars stop and say "go'on girl" and offer to kick the ass of the person I'm yelling at.
Think I'll change my name to shaquisha and go get some braids and some nice, long, curly nails with some jewels on them.
I'm playin the role, might as well look it too, ya know?
Dan is an elitist whore who just can't understand why the thought of four or more years in an institute of higher learning doesn't tickle me.
Armand thinks that I just need to go to college as well. "You're so smart, you should be in school."
If I'm already so smart, why do I need school? Heh, and his college education didn't provide him with the know how for the answer to that. There is an answer. And a good one. And had I entered college at 17, just after graduation, I'm sure it would have been different for me. But I'm too old. Old dog, new tricks sort of thing.
I've spent too long making up my own mind to just willingly submit to being molded.
Fuck that noise with a splintered broomstick, mah friend.
Mike is still jealous of my time.
Sean is still jealous of Tim.
Tim is still jealous of Dan.
And Dan is still jealous of me, mainly for knowing what's going on in my head.... something he can't accomplish.
I probably talk to Mistah Lovah Lovah too much.
But I can't make myself back away from it either.
That's not true.
I could. Very easily. It's EASY to disappear. I just don't wanna at this point in time.
So he's sort of stuck with me.
poor poor man.
Keep discovering over and over that I really *do* like Allie.
hard to admit that, considering the large amounts of time I spent being the grand naysayer of anything she even thought about talking about. slam slam slam.
I'm just a bitch, really.
No real surprise there.
I'm hoping that Beeker gets my letter soon.
I'm sure it won't matter much, given his situation and the fact that well... uh .. I'm me...
but I hope it does. And I hope he talks to me a lil.
Maybe in a couple weeks.
WHy do I give this much of a shit about someone who really just... doesn't know me at all and probably won't or won't care to?
makes NO SENSE.
and I really don't like a lot of things about him. But the potential is too much to ignore. Very easily, he could be incredible. Just a lil focus.. a lil effort... and the devotion and well.. WORSHIP that people seem to fling at him would *finally* be horribly deserved.
heh, gotta take my own advice.
I'm not usually this... honest.
I'm changing my ways a little in regard to this thing.
Gotta go outside and walk around before the sun goes down. lithium sunset and all.