Clipse!

what the fuck is a xanga????????????

mmm. i thought today was gonna suck ballz, but it completely didn't. I say this next thing as a general observation, putting aside random extreme girly moodiness but, when IIIII, personally, am in a funk all I needs is my girls, or other people. And I say this also hesitantly as I peer at my hazy future but, alcohol is a disruption from life that I'd rather not deal with. Maybe if a hangover didn't exist I'd change my tune or that throwing up bit when I drink anything besides beer, but yeah, not worth the ovewhelming outwieghing negatives of it.


i'm sorry i'm sorry, but smoking is for me right now. i know, smelly, dirty coughy hacky smoking is the vice of the moment. my crutch, my home, and why the fuck did they stop making Kamel Reds and keep making Kamel Red Lights? GU-HUH???

I lie and say I don't have crushes anymore but it happens, always on the wrong person and all the other unmutual feelings coming my way from other persons aint fucking helping and it's just a draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaguh. then you have to do the phone thing where you blow the guy off too obviously because you are so nervous about if he'll notice (the guy totally does cuz he aint retard) "yeah, uh, i don't think i'm gonna go, i dunno..." yuck.

It's just amazing how many faces a situation, an object, anything, can have. One day it's a green light! home run! turkish delight oh yes this is good. Then it goes sour or shifts or whatever. The problem is I don't know what to work with and fix, keep going, and what to let slide and fade off. I'm not fucking moody, no. Everything else is fucking moody and changes on you, I am a constant rock of unwavering solidness. Everything else is flaky and awkward and stupid.

EDIT: Syke, they totally still sell kamel reds phew.