I have monies and beer and new pens and a new cd (that I meant to buy a long time ago and just forgot) and I have lots of cigarettes (vanilla cloves, there is nothing else) and I'm marginally happy.
So I sat and wrote down story ideas in a notebook (thanks for the suggestion, Mr. DeceptiviewFilm) and then I somehow managed to cut my finger open whilst attempting to open a bottle o' Red Stripe. Go ME! I rock hardcore, really.
The endless rant: We are classless and careless (thank you for that line, Danny Bondage, which was in regards to my cheap as hell and completely deceptive bling of an engagement ring) and we go our own way, no matter what that be. To be "one of us" you let other people form their own opinions and you love them for it, no matter how contrary to your own it might be. The ability to stick up for what you believe in no matter what someone else thinks of you is a rare thing these days (I bet most of you would disagree with me on that, wouldn't you?). We are the few who do what we want (we somehow learned our lesson) and go our own way no matter what. The ones who stand up for the underdog, the "anarchists" (cause what the hell does that mean in the world today?), we are the people who really and truly live. [end random tipsy rant]
In other news, I have pages upon pages filled in a notebook. I have a new story in the making. All I have to do is finish my book (and the second one cause I already know how it goes) and I get to start on this one. Maybe a collection of short stories? That would be an exercise in restraint, for certain. I have such a hard time writing short stories. I'm far too long winded.
I am so tired of people telling me who I am and what I should do. Thank you, god, for the people who love me no matter what, no matter how few and far in between they seem to be. I am tired of those who want to tell me what I can and can't have, what my opinion should be. Fuck you all.
About time this ends before I get far too tipsy to type coherently. Before I write a book of a journal entry. Later, loves. You all rock. Don't let anyone tell ya differently.
So I sat and wrote down story ideas in a notebook (thanks for the suggestion, Mr. DeceptiviewFilm) and then I somehow managed to cut my finger open whilst attempting to open a bottle o' Red Stripe. Go ME! I rock hardcore, really.
The endless rant: We are classless and careless (thank you for that line, Danny Bondage, which was in regards to my cheap as hell and completely deceptive bling of an engagement ring) and we go our own way, no matter what that be. To be "one of us" you let other people form their own opinions and you love them for it, no matter how contrary to your own it might be. The ability to stick up for what you believe in no matter what someone else thinks of you is a rare thing these days (I bet most of you would disagree with me on that, wouldn't you?). We are the few who do what we want (we somehow learned our lesson) and go our own way no matter what. The ones who stand up for the underdog, the "anarchists" (cause what the hell does that mean in the world today?), we are the people who really and truly live. [end random tipsy rant]
In other news, I have pages upon pages filled in a notebook. I have a new story in the making. All I have to do is finish my book (and the second one cause I already know how it goes) and I get to start on this one. Maybe a collection of short stories? That would be an exercise in restraint, for certain. I have such a hard time writing short stories. I'm far too long winded.
I am so tired of people telling me who I am and what I should do. Thank you, god, for the people who love me no matter what, no matter how few and far in between they seem to be. I am tired of those who want to tell me what I can and can't have, what my opinion should be. Fuck you all.
About time this ends before I get far too tipsy to type coherently. Before I write a book of a journal entry. Later, loves. You all rock.
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kingskottie:
howdy new friend. ATL reprezent! hee hee.... duluth huh? i'm a kennesaw boy.