i am tired today and a little sad for the world. i spent too much time outside of my bedroom today. i am tired of watching debates. really tired. the novelty has worn off. it is very easy to become very afraid of being alive in this world. i'm not too scared of that stuff (i'm scared of other stuff 
) but i can see how other people can be living their lives at 60% because they are scared shitless of the world around them.
to hell with leah the heartbreaker. i am past the point of having dreams about her, i am past the point of wishing i could win her back, and right now, i am at the point where i finally realize that i am one hell of a guy and i need to keep my pants buckled a little better and stop losing my head over GIRLS who don't want to look out for me like i'll look out for them. one day, i'll meet a female who turns my head completely AND inspires in me the love and loyalty that i have for The Pants. i would sucker-punch Macho Man Randy Savage in the neck for that boy (and not run away from the ass-whupping i would receive at the hands of The Madness).
seriously. i totally miss The Pants. fuck the horror convention, i'm just happy that i get to spend four or five days in Amherst, in the fall, with my best friend in the whole fucking universe; cuz i have had a shitty day, and i don't want to talk to any person, unless their first name is Brandon and their last name is Goldsworthy (and their middle name is like... Russell or something?).
i wish i was dancing tonight. or sleeping with someone who meant something to me. or dancing at an Indepedents show. i guess, I'll settle for The Misfits tomorrow night, i don't care if they play shitty or not, i got some screaming to do.
i bought some new clothes today. new tight pants (bluest denim i ever did see) and a tight, long-sleeved black and white pirate shirt. i need a beanie-style winter hat, as is my annual custom, i lost the one i bought last year. AND, to make matters worse, i left my freakin' beret at jacob's house.
argh, ca-fuck. back to work. if i'm gonna sit in my bedroom, i might as well do something that gives my life meaning and makes me feel as if i can transcend the inherent fucked-upness of this mortal plane.
oh, and gasmaskboy rules.
boo-yah.
) but i can see how other people can be living their lives at 60% because they are scared shitless of the world around them.
to hell with leah the heartbreaker. i am past the point of having dreams about her, i am past the point of wishing i could win her back, and right now, i am at the point where i finally realize that i am one hell of a guy and i need to keep my pants buckled a little better and stop losing my head over GIRLS who don't want to look out for me like i'll look out for them. one day, i'll meet a female who turns my head completely AND inspires in me the love and loyalty that i have for The Pants. i would sucker-punch Macho Man Randy Savage in the neck for that boy (and not run away from the ass-whupping i would receive at the hands of The Madness).
seriously. i totally miss The Pants. fuck the horror convention, i'm just happy that i get to spend four or five days in Amherst, in the fall, with my best friend in the whole fucking universe; cuz i have had a shitty day, and i don't want to talk to any person, unless their first name is Brandon and their last name is Goldsworthy (and their middle name is like... Russell or something?).
i wish i was dancing tonight. or sleeping with someone who meant something to me. or dancing at an Indepedents show. i guess, I'll settle for The Misfits tomorrow night, i don't care if they play shitty or not, i got some screaming to do.
i bought some new clothes today. new tight pants (bluest denim i ever did see) and a tight, long-sleeved black and white pirate shirt. i need a beanie-style winter hat, as is my annual custom, i lost the one i bought last year. AND, to make matters worse, i left my freakin' beret at jacob's house.
argh, ca-fuck. back to work. if i'm gonna sit in my bedroom, i might as well do something that gives my life meaning and makes me feel as if i can transcend the inherent fucked-upness of this mortal plane.
oh, and gasmaskboy rules.
boo-yah.
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Or maybe I'll be totally cool and go out and get a West Coast Choppers or O.C.C. beenie! That would be so rad I'd have to throw myself in traffic just to end the shame to my family!
the ayn rand quote is great!
yeah ill post something in my journal as soon as im comfortable with where im at, ya know? i havent drawn or designed anything in years. im not sure if i have the stuff that your heartbreak comics reminds me of. i might have thrown it away in a "cleaning out my life" kick. boo