randomrockstar

Last night I had to turn down an offer to be with a beautiful girl...but only because of the boyfriend that said he'd hook me up with her only if he got in on it...I could've gotten her myself, and I almost did, but after the xanex kicked in, I wanted to go to the beach and chill "alone" for a while...and her fuckin' boyfriend wouldn't let her go with me...which made me see the kind of girl that she was...which would've been hot just for the night, with her drunk and all, but I didn't have the heart to take advantage of her AND ruin her heterosexual relationship. What a night...


I'm contemplating geting out of bed...well, I'm up so I guess I'm contemplating going back to bed. I want to go to the beach again, but it's going to be packed with lousy tourists.

I'm not a psychic but I'll bet; I'm gonna die if I don't get a cigarette. I told one of the guys upstairs that I smoke purely for the reason that second hand smoke kills. "I guess it's like chemotherapy." I said. "It's killing me, but I'm hoping that it'll kill something else first." That's a really disturbing thought. No wonder they think I'm crazy...And this kid wants to hang out with me for what reason???

Awww shit. Fuck 'em. I do what I want.