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| no one probably noticed, but i have deleted my facebook account. the whole thing just made me upset and angry. yeah i know, there are a handful of friends that have updates that are just brilliant, clever, interesting, and/or funny. but for the most part most of my "facebook friends" yipitty yap about waking up, oh my god it feels like monday, oohman i'm going to vegas/ohman i just got back from vegas bullshit. really, you all should be ashamed for the nonsense you put on there. really its just a stage to brag, whine, bitch, complain, avarice, pride, envy, lust, etc. and another reason was i saw an old friend and as we were catching up explaining something to me, i interrupted him and said "oh i remember you updating about that". you know what, i don't want to live my life in the know. i don't want to be in with the in crowd. i don't want to know about every event, club, or trip coming up. if i catch you slipping, i will get more satisfaction from you telling me first hand what you did, what your up to, and whats ahead. if its that important, you'd call and tell me. otherwise...peace, i'm out of this bitch!
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| my thursday so far:
woke up today and my lady says i sat up in the middle of the night and yelled "where's the baby!", then when back to sleep.
then we got a message from the landlord sayin' the waters going to be out from ten to twelve.
i took my morning piss without touching my dick so i wouldn't have to wash my hands.
i looked to see if i filtered enough water from the britta so maybe i can brush my teeth...almost empty.
its now 2:14.
i need to take a shower.
i want to take a shit.
i would love brew some coffee.
i can't do any of these.
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| i'm sorry my significant other...for having a stuffy nose, which causes me to snore endlessly all night long.
i'm sorry my significant other...for having a tendency to wrap the blankets under my feet and under my torso when it's freezing and eventually rolling, over pulling the sheets leaving you bare, vulnerable, and cold.
i'm sorry my significant other...for having bad dreams which cause me to throw elbows like derek fisher and hurt you while you're in your slumber.
i'm sorry my significant other...for my other tendency of flipping over face down like captain morgan with my knee out in my sleep, unfortunately hitting either in your stomach or your ass.
i'm sorry my significant other...for the other night i was sleeping in a fetal position, then stretching out my legs in my subconscious, feet straight, toes stretched out, freshly cut toe nails digging into the top of your feet and shins.
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| so im procrastinating on doing dishes and cleaning up so i've read the last 2 years of my life in this stupid blog. i cant believe the shit i put in here. heres one that made me laugh out loud so bad, i had to copy and paste for today.
| last night i heard something that i feared for about a year and a half. i really didn't know how i would react when i heard the news. i guess my biggest fear was that i would go into a depression bigger than the 30's. but when i actually heard it last night i was indifferent...actually happy for the person. for the last couple of months ive been telling ppl that ive moved on, but inside...i wasn't completely sure. now.....i can honestly say ive moved on. enough of the serious shit.... funny convos ive heard this past week: "its okay abett....ur not a robot maann....when bart simpson got lost in france and had to crush grapes with his feet....i cried..." "i was so drunk in tj....so drunk that i forgot to wash my balls after fuckin' 3 whores. i slept with hella ky on my balls and when i woke up...i had pimples down there. i swear they were pimples cuz i popped them." "this steak taste hella good...let me savor this moment cuz when i go to jail, all ill have r those nasty ass peanut butter sandwhiches wrapped with 20 layers of sranwrap." "DID U EVER WAKE UP IN THE MORNINING....AND WANNA DANCE?" |
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| its fun when you drink and you become a happy drunk. the conversations are usually positive, you're making everybody laugh, encouraging everyone to drink more, and just glowing.
unfortunately, my creeping depression and daily battles with going clinically insane caused me to be the other kind of drunk on sunday night. a couple shots of brown mixed with white gave me a mouth piece blinggin' more than weezie's. when a friend is trying to impress his suicide girl, more like a broke ass midget ashley simpson, lady friend and you tell him "your an asshole and if you owned slaves 200 years ago...you would own many" is not good. and for that i am sorry.
on a happier note, this halloween was ok. there was some drama towards the end and i didn't get too crazy like last year. but we did go to two house parties. one of which was with the skater, loser, garage band, vegetarian, vegan crowd. did i mention i was dressed as mr. kfc himself and everyone gave me the stank eye. perrdy good.
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