ah, to hell with em. If they don't like your choices in life, it's not like they can stop him from seeing you, or whatever. Right? Well, maybe they can. I dunno. So is there a theme to the set?
Poetry is nice. I used to attempt my hand at it, but it always came out sounding contrived and cheesy. So I stopped. My craptastic problems.......hmm..........well, I'm always broke, and I'm trying to move to Iowa in about a month. How to do it while broke..........and.......I'm depressed about, oh, 70 percent of the time, and sometimes I don't know why. I don't know, just seems like there should be more out of life, and someone to share it with? Hm. BUT, I'm alive, right? You're alive too. And you really like the gin. I drank too much last night. Bleh. later! Oh, and make me a friend damnit.
Actually, I totally need a model for all the girly cartoon stuff I'm always having to do for people. Supposed to do a girly-shirt for some of the Hells Angels soon and need a model for that...too bad you're not in Northern California...
I am going away to Toronto/London now. Goodbye girls and guys. The place I'm staying at does not allow... er... well, naked women. So, I won't be around for a week!
I am leaving soon. Saturday I will be gone. Tomorrow I am having bubble tea with Malloreigh. I am writing short sentences. I am in Grade 1. I like pandas. I have a Bacardi Breezer. I am the only six-year-old who drinks alcohol. I need a bottle opener.
I am never drinking again. Liquor that is. This asshole guy Jeremy found out about my secret LJ in which I write what I feel like. The only reason I created it was so he would stop posting comments in my other one, which is reserved for poetry. He's an idjit.
Anyway, Does anyone want a half-drank bottle of vodka?
By the way I'm still writing that poem for you.