prophetnoise

1/4 after 8 AM. . . got home a little earlier than i wanted to but i had a blast anyway.

Theres something wonderful about going out all night by yourself, but i dont know what it is. One thing is it reminds me why i dont really talk to any of my friends anymore. . . . .they're all LAME!!!!!!

The few (perhaps less than 3) friends who would actually do the things i do with me never have any money, and the rest of them just complain how their life sucks and how theres nothing to do and how they're always so fucking bored.

I fucking hate that shit. Every time they see me it's like "Oh, what did you do last weekend" (or whatever/whenever)

So i tell them what i did and i usually had a great fucking time and they're always like "Yo, you've GOTTA tell me the next time you go snowboarding/bar X/ club X/ fun place X/ Paintball/ etc. . . I want to go with you"

So then i'm going to again to do again and i invite every single person who fucking gave me hell for not inviting them and it's ALWAYS some lame excuse. And then they wonder why i dont hang out with any of them ever???

Whatever, i'm not really that pissed. I go and do my thing and have a great time by myself or meeting new people so i'm happy and thats all that matters!

I hope everyone else had a fun friday!
Now to retire to my room, have some green tea to calm my nerves and fall asleep while bianca runs around my room.