| I suffered a terrible fate.
You said there would not be any reason to fear this world
But you're the reason I feel broken, branded, and burning with doubt
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| Tomorrow is friday, Friday is going to be swell.
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What if I got it wrong
And no poem or song
Could put right what I got wrong
Or make you feel I belong
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side
That you don't want me there in your life
That's a pretty great verse, too bad I had nothing to do with it. Shaved my head, got rid of that stupid racing stripe, my hair will grow back soon enough.
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| fuckin hate sundays.
It seems like the amount of real friends that I have has made a truly
drastic decrease in a only a few days. I feel good today though, not so
much like physically because I'm really fuckin sick, but mentally. Kind
of like the brawny man, with all of his lumberjackness. Most people
actually probably don't know I can cut down trees with my arms. It's
not actually considered cutting them down though because it's more of a
knocking motion and they fall over but still it's pretty intense. I
think that probably makes me better than the Brawny man.
I didn't go to work today, because I'm too sick, and last night I hung
out with Brittany and Josh. They are a cool couple but they are a lot
like me and Jordan used to be. I told him that a bunch of times last
night, and told him to calm down a bit if he really cared about her. We
were really fucking loud in IHOP, like obnoxiously loud, and all they
seemed to want to talk about was black stereotypes in a restaurant full
of black kids coming home from prom. Brittany asked me about the whole
Mikezilla thing, and if it's because I have a big penis. It was pretty
fucking funny because it was out of nowhere, and Josh was pretty
pissed. Later on she told me that she liked black guys. funny. Couples
are fun. Especially couples that remind you of yourself because you can
laugh at yourself kind of.
Mike is just tired. 80% of Mike's problem is that he doesn't sleep enough.
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| Hollywood's house tonight...it's been a while. But I can pretty much
drink and do drugs whenever I want as long as its not at my house, how
is that for being irresponsible? Joke.
On another note, I saw Laura for the first time in like two weeks,
fucking work was good because of it. I love working with her, not
because shes attractive because shes pretty fucking attractive but
because shes fucking smart as hell. I'm thinking about going somewhere
that offers political science for school. It's all good dawg.
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