Updatedness...
Me = Slightly not as dead but quickly losing my voice.
Mornings are hell, and late nights. I can't move, I can't swallow, I can't yawn... it all makes me want to die. But once I get a shit load of drugs in me and my blood flowing I perk up and don't feel so dead. Not 100 percent, but alive.
Yesterday I laid around most of the day and allowed myself to wake up and consuming enough drugs to go hang out with Katie Penn, Lisa, and Casey - some friends from high school who I haven't seen in a year - while Miss Lisa got her hairs cut at the salon then dyed by me and then to her tattoo and nose piercing appointments. At Acme, Casey and I were chased and not let into the store by a crazy ass little squirrel. He totally stood there and stared at us not letting us in. Then he'd walk up to us and we'd run. I tell you what, animals don't do that unless they are rabid and I am not about to get rabis!
After dropping Katie P off at home, Lisa, Casey, I drove through Fort Thomas blaring MSI. This in and of itself isn't so bad since you can't make out most of the words, but the speed limit is 25 everywhere in that little city and we were listening to the songs that had the clearist lyrics. Dear god, we drove by HMS as their 8th grade dance was getting out.
At this point the end of "Faggot" was blaring and then "I Hate Jimmy Page" came on, sex sounds and all. We just about fucking died because we were completely stopped behind a van loading up with kids staring. It was amazing.
Lisa spent the night here after we took Casey home and we fooled around with her hair color and got it to look real cute. She and my mom talked for a good piece and it was a nice night.
I have got to hang out with these people more often. I know I miss them like hell, but I forget why when I don't see them in so long.
*fidget, fidget*
I'm off for now!
Me = Slightly not as dead but quickly losing my voice.
Mornings are hell, and late nights. I can't move, I can't swallow, I can't yawn... it all makes me want to die. But once I get a shit load of drugs in me and my blood flowing I perk up and don't feel so dead. Not 100 percent, but alive.
Yesterday I laid around most of the day and allowed myself to wake up and consuming enough drugs to go hang out with Katie Penn, Lisa, and Casey - some friends from high school who I haven't seen in a year - while Miss Lisa got her hairs cut at the salon then dyed by me and then to her tattoo and nose piercing appointments. At Acme, Casey and I were chased and not let into the store by a crazy ass little squirrel. He totally stood there and stared at us not letting us in. Then he'd walk up to us and we'd run. I tell you what, animals don't do that unless they are rabid and I am not about to get rabis!
After dropping Katie P off at home, Lisa, Casey, I drove through Fort Thomas blaring MSI. This in and of itself isn't so bad since you can't make out most of the words, but the speed limit is 25 everywhere in that little city and we were listening to the songs that had the clearist lyrics. Dear god, we drove by HMS as their 8th grade dance was getting out.
At this point the end of "Faggot" was blaring and then "I Hate Jimmy Page" came on, sex sounds and all. We just about fucking died because we were completely stopped behind a van loading up with kids staring. It was amazing.
Lisa spent the night here after we took Casey home and we fooled around with her hair color and got it to look real cute. She and my mom talked for a good piece and it was a nice night.
I have got to hang out with these people more often. I know I miss them like hell, but I forget why when I don't see them in so long.
*fidget, fidget*
I'm off for now!
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Fuck, I hope I feel ok tomorrow. My brother is passed the FUCK out right now, he's been puking for quite a while. I hate babysitting drunks.
OK my cell is 513-545-9515, if you need to call me. I have mike's and your cell # now, so if I have any ?'s I will call one of you.