sixsixty

poooooooop. no loving for the six tonight...poop. poop. poop. poop. poop. poop poop. i was all ready and excited for it. i bought all these fruits. even blackberries. i made my house all pretty and yummy smelly. i guess i kinda build myself up for dissappointment sometimes (all the time). but damnit, if i'm going to have guests over, i want to be prepared and have a clean house. i want nice things there. i dont want a messy house and not to have any fruit. i need to figure out how to be excited about something and do good things in preparation, but also not to be too disappointed when it doesn't happen. i guess i am not too disappointed today. i think i will be just fine.

people are pretty fucked up and don't ever think about how their decisions effect others, and other's others. i always think about what i do and how it will effect people around me. i consider that common courtesy.

oh well.
it just means i'm going to have to get tipsy butt naked at curry tonight and catch bart home.