Yarg. Forgot to that this weekend. Neglected to finish that other thing. Oh and then there's this monkey on my back called Responsibility, and it's wearing a shirt that says GROW THE FUCK UP and overall, I am just dying for some escapism.
If I sat down and did all the things I was once obsessed with, I would be making my own clothes, drinking my meals, living in Thailand, chain-smoking clove cigarettes, have a ton of tattoos, and have my own show where I invented useless things that everyone thought was super quirky cute, and I would be rich rich rich.
Went out last night because I am tired of doing the right thing, and I just wanted to make a mistake. Met up with a friend from elementary school, I tore up the dance floor with the help of some Patron and vodka, and people stopped to watch and clap and point. I left triumphant.
Today has been for sleep-walking and music and cherry vanilla creme soda made with 43 grams of teeth-rotting deliciousness. We should delete, start again, and go from there like the past was never there. It's over now, anyway.
If I sat down and did all the things I was once obsessed with, I would be making my own clothes, drinking my meals, living in Thailand, chain-smoking clove cigarettes, have a ton of tattoos, and have my own show where I invented useless things that everyone thought was super quirky cute, and I would be rich rich rich.
Went out last night because I am tired of doing the right thing, and I just wanted to make a mistake. Met up with a friend from elementary school, I tore up the dance floor with the help of some Patron and vodka, and people stopped to watch and clap and point. I left triumphant.
Today has been for sleep-walking and music and cherry vanilla creme soda made with 43 grams of teeth-rotting deliciousness. We should delete, start again, and go from there like the past was never there. It's over now, anyway.
unless he changes into something more fashionable, preferably D & G.
T-shirts with motivational slogans are so 1997.