* ever so sweet *
i just found a friend . . . in one of your lies, to treat me so nice.
a voice that is dark, like tinted glass.
2004-03-14 : 12:28 p.m.
so much time. / so little to do.
strike that, reverse it . . .


i should start updating this shit only when i'm drunk.

and i'd call it..

my drunk journal.

har.

now if only that were actually clever..

hrmm.

i need me some food.

and my bicycle.

eddie? do you think sometime you could stick that shit in your bronco and then drop it off at my house after you get out of school or some shit?

or maybe you should just come hang out some day.

yes.

indeed.

i still need food though.

i think nate is going to make breakfast here soon, but it's 1230 and i've been up since like.. 930. yeah. i don't know what my deal is.

i've been hitting up the stay up late get up early shit like a mofo.

I want a girl who gets up early. I want a girl who stays up late. I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity, Who uses a Machete to cut through red tape.

past. : present. : future.