imbleeding

[mood]: nauseous.
[music]: "raise your skinny fists like antennaes to heaven"-godspeed you black emperor.

Life is so intense sometimes...it's ridiculous. I hung out with Robert the other nite. I was trying to be spontaneous...so i broke into a church and sat on the podium and smoked my ciggs. and listened to spiders scratch the walls in the dark. At least he liked it, which was the whole point. There is nothing better than seeing him happy.
But then...yesterday happened. *sigh* I told Jeff (my boyfriend) that Robert really wanted someone to jam with him and that he should go do it. He had to be peer pressured but he finally broke down and agreed. We showed up and Jeff drags his guitar up [it's really nice. black 7-string bc rich mockingbird. it's too big for me to play, which sucks.] and sets down and just plunks at the strings and says "i cant play". So he handed his guitar to robert and tried to instigate some small talk...but it wasnt really happening. Then Robert blew his ass out of the water when he started playing. It always sucks when people are so much fucking better at you than something. I've always wanted to draw, but I can only doodle...and I want to murder anyone on the planet with artistic skill. The whole time we were there jeff would look at me and make these wierd faces, and when we left he went off on a rant about how "robert's totally gone over the edge. He's insane. Yer ignorant for hanging out with him, he's going to do end up doing something horrible. He's going to kill you with a hand axe...blah blah blah". Everyone is saying this...I guess I am completely ignorant for not being able to see that someone is "totally insane". He's nothing but a sweet guy to me and I am completely in love with him. Plus, he's really hot so while he's talking his constant psychobabble I can just stare at him. [yeah...he does talk like he's schizophrenic. But, it's slightly amusing.] So, I broke up with jeff last nite. Thats four and a half years just fucked off. But, thats okay. I'll just sit here and wait for robert [to kill me with a hand axe].
Now i'm free to go to california and give DissapearHere some sloppy head.
Krankor! Call me! You have my number...we need to get together this weekend. "28 Days Later" comes out this Friday...so we should work around that.
[bai.]: fantasy.
p.s. dissapearhere, whats yer name? Mine's Fantasy (i'm serious. and my parents arent dirty hippies either0.