three years since my last post. i'm still living with my folks, i don't have a car, and i'm working ten miles away from my house at a great company called www.rememberdelaware.com
it's been a long time. i work for salt city couriers now. i don't have a girlfriend. i think i'm getting a motorcycle. my fake girlfriend is a pitbull named coco. so here's the latest. hope you like it.
so. i am searching for jobs. i prefer bike shops but it's hard to find a shop that needs an employee. I've lost about 6 lbs. hallelujah! i hurt for some reason. like my insides want to come out of me. i still don't know what to do about jackie. dur is coming home on sunday. i'm gonna pick her up from the airport. i'm stoked. that's the news for now. oh. and i might wax my back soon. hahahah
well. i'm back. maybe you already knew that. i'm sick. you knew that too. i've called my girlfriend twice with no answer or reply. i dunno. frankly i'm beyond caring right now. my sleeping habits are still not catching up to me. my appetite is non existant. i got the truck and i fixed up my DH bike today. my jumper is still in Atlanta. i'm pretty stoked to be back. i've seen a bunch of friends. lately. shawnee, karina, eric, eric, dean, wilson, ashley, allison, allison's fiance. it's been great. i might land a job at a bike shop. that's be tight. i saw ghostrider on friday. that was tight. eva mendes is gorgeous. anyway. there's a chance that by the end of this week i'll be back into single life. if i am somebody should send me a glock 9 in the mail with 1 round in it. (if you think i'm serious about suicide maybe i should shoot you instead) i almost bought a lobster yesterday to use as a prop to help me pick up on a girl at alberton's. i'm retarded. my parents are rad. my dad has been handing me cash the last couple of days and just letting be do whatever so i don't go crazy. it's worked ok besides the fact that i'm gonna cough up a lung. damned lungs. pantspantspantspantspantspantspantspantspantspantspantspantspantspantspantspantpants. someone email me. greenq_tip@yahoo.com
well..... 8 days. i'm dreaming every night that my whole life is upside down. i'm terrified that my love life might go on another dry spell. i have gas. i'm really sleepy. i'm broke. i'm hungry. i'm going to world of coke in atlanta today.
i wish things could just be easy for me like they were when i first started this two years. i just want to sleep and chill and play my instruments and be alone with a girl i care for and not feel like i'm not being productive. i'm sick of being productive! in fact, i'd rather be radioactive.
dunno if you can tell but there are muddy footprints on the ground. some bastard broke into my house and stole some money and a half empty bottle of cologne. he left muddy footprints... hence the picture of muddy footprints
last friday i watched a man die in downtown atlanta. it was really weird. the emt's showed up and the first guy to take his pulse looked at the cop and said "you need to call homicide, this man is as dead as a hammer." kinda weird. then they did the defribulators. lemme tell ya. seeing that in real life is about a thousand times more disturbing as watching it on tv. this was real. his body actually jumped off the ground. scary as poo.
so it's been a real long time. i'm in atlanta now. i'm sick again. and i've got 29 days before i go home. i'm really really stoked. i'm 21 now and i feel really old, but everyone has commented on how young i look. they never said anything before my birthday, but now everyone is like "you look like you're 16!" what the hell?
got this one for my dad for his birthday. it sucks though, he probably won't get it for a while cause it just barely shipped out and also he's lost a lot of weight and i got him a size too big. oh well.
