am feeling muuuuch better today---went out with some peeps last night and had a good time, stayed out way too late---got a little tips, but not bad--i can't get wasted anymore, it's bad--no more hallucinogenics, either----VERY bad---
my new tattoo fucking rocks--not too scabby, either, which is good since i work around food. work was hell last night---i worked till 1:30 and it was hot, lots of drunk munchies running around--
another long shift coming up tonight--i cant wait for next payday, i need another tattoo--it would be super rad if i could get one for free, but even if it was free, i would feel bad--those dudes need the moola--
i really need to do something later---but i have been through a lot, even when i want something i need to remember i have to chill out and shit--if you try to do it all at once you will burn out and extinguish your light.
at least i left all the old bullshit behind. my dad wouldnt want me stressing over this shit or retarded motherfuckers who are just evil and stupid. i cant be my usual profound self right now--im feeling blah and slightly punchy. i want to see my guy so bad, but patience is a motherfucking virtue, right? whatever. ive resigned myself to the madness. i say nothing about it anymore, i only believe it.
my new tattoo fucking rocks--not too scabby, either, which is good since i work around food. work was hell last night---i worked till 1:30 and it was hot, lots of drunk munchies running around--
another long shift coming up tonight--i cant wait for next payday, i need another tattoo--it would be super rad if i could get one for free, but even if it was free, i would feel bad--those dudes need the moola--
i really need to do something later---but i have been through a lot, even when i want something i need to remember i have to chill out and shit--if you try to do it all at once you will burn out and extinguish your light.
at least i left all the old bullshit behind. my dad wouldnt want me stressing over this shit or retarded motherfuckers who are just evil and stupid. i cant be my usual profound self right now--im feeling blah and slightly punchy. i want to see my guy so bad, but patience is a motherfucking virtue, right? whatever. ive resigned myself to the madness. i say nothing about it anymore, i only believe it.