So i've undertaken the project of wirting a history of myself. Earliest memories till present and filled with fun little ancedotes. The thing is that at this time there are about 2 people I would let read it.
To me this is funny. I am egotistical to put my kinda fucked up life into words, but then I hide it away. Why put it into words if i don't show it around? I already know my life and reliving somethings suck.
Who knows maybe I'll get a movie outta it someday.
To me this is funny. I am egotistical to put my kinda fucked up life into words, but then I hide it away. Why put it into words if i don't show it around? I already know my life and reliving somethings suck.
Who knows maybe I'll get a movie outta it someday.
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hyenahell:
my friend mel moved back to be with her parents when her twin sister jules died. you might remember this from my journal... but before that, she was in denton, TX. i never got to visit her there because i never had enough money to go home to KY and to texas, too. so i feel your pain... the weird part is i later met one of my very closest friends in new orleans, who went to undergraduate school in denton. her and mel hung out at alot of the same places. i always wonder if they knew each other, or saw each other... in a strange twist of fate, i am thinking very seriously about going to grad school in denton. small world, eh?
stupidslut:
i just might try that aresol trick on the next one. I'll use caution though because the last time i got "trigger happy" on a bug, i ended up slipping in the bug spray i drenched it in and fucking up three toes. And as i was huddled on the floor in crap loads of pain, as well as crap loads of bug spray, i couldn't help but feel somewhat humbled as justice was just served to roaches everywhere! 
