holy goddamn fuck.
that's my descriptor for today.
got up, picked up the sister from the bus station, picked mina kaye up form school, hung out, went home, went back to town, went back to town, got mina, got kayla, walked into a show at the blue shop lookin like The Man, paying all the ladies' way in and chillin, talkin to folks, being scared by the army of emo kids present.
where do they all come form all at once, you know?
i've never seen so many tight zip-up hoodies and girlpants on the boys.
watch bands, enjoy self, meet someone i've talked to back and forth with comments on xanga. usually philosophy and knocking on stupid people.
find out the reason she doesn't put her pic on her blog is not because of some hideousdeformity or odd birth defects, but because she is MAD MOTHERFUCKING HOTT.
hot, smart, and is coming back to my town to attend the local jr. college for nursing, but sadly ditching the religion/philosophy major at the university.
damn. let's see how i can totally fuck up and either not act like she has totally demolished my world in a forty-five minute conversaiton with an at.the.drive.in rip-off blaring in the background about snooty musicians, add and nurses dying at the hostpital.
i'm just in total disbelief that my day has gone well and no depression and no anxiety and no worries at all. and i haven't eaten since yesterday in the afternoon (that would be tuesday; it's still wednesday for me) but i'm not shakin or anything. could be the nutritional shake thinger i bought at the gas station.
it's all good tho, i have meatloaf reheated. good to go.
anyway, i'm done, i have to continue reeling from tonight and hope that this transfers into my workday tomorrow.
in closing, the way i feel is like stevo does after meeting the girl played by summer phoenix at the party where heroin bob od's in "slc punk." whoa.
'night.
that's my descriptor for today.
got up, picked up the sister from the bus station, picked mina kaye up form school, hung out, went home, went back to town, went back to town, got mina, got kayla, walked into a show at the blue shop lookin like The Man, paying all the ladies' way in and chillin, talkin to folks, being scared by the army of emo kids present.
where do they all come form all at once, you know?
i've never seen so many tight zip-up hoodies and girlpants on the boys.
watch bands, enjoy self, meet someone i've talked to back and forth with comments on xanga. usually philosophy and knocking on stupid people.
find out the reason she doesn't put her pic on her blog is not because of some hideousdeformity or odd birth defects, but because she is MAD MOTHERFUCKING HOTT.
hot, smart, and is coming back to my town to attend the local jr. college for nursing, but sadly ditching the religion/philosophy major at the university.
damn. let's see how i can totally fuck up and either not act like she has totally demolished my world in a forty-five minute conversaiton with an at.the.drive.in rip-off blaring in the background about snooty musicians, add and nurses dying at the hostpital.
i'm just in total disbelief that my day has gone well and no depression and no anxiety and no worries at all. and i haven't eaten since yesterday in the afternoon (that would be tuesday; it's still wednesday for me) but i'm not shakin or anything. could be the nutritional shake thinger i bought at the gas station.
it's all good tho, i have meatloaf reheated. good to go.
anyway, i'm done, i have to continue reeling from tonight and hope that this transfers into my workday tomorrow.
in closing, the way i feel is like stevo does after meeting the girl played by summer phoenix at the party where heroin bob od's in "slc punk." whoa.
'night.
But that sounds really cool i have to say