new gauges. cardagin. black skirt. converse, old ones, with pretty cake-on baked-on rhynstones. fake louis vuitton watch. pearls. pretty bracelets. black and hearty shirt. blonde hair. ninja head band. green socks. freckles. which i hate. lipglosss. green necklassssss. rugby game. i hope we win. french lunch.
i have figured out homeless people. they suck you into thier sad sob stories. i repsect them fully, i do. sometimes they make you listen, what they say is true. i want to give them money,and that i let myself do. if only they'd put it to good use, their homeless-ness would be threw. i gave the man money, boy? yes he was. i gave the man some money, all he did was buy some drugs. i want to tell him, what can happen. and what will. i want to tell my story now, and hope he will prevail. now it's time, to hand away. oh please man, pray someday. they have talent, and i have eyes/ears to listen and look. i want to hear some more, and write this in a book. so there it was, standing on the street corner alone. i kinda wanted to go home, i needed a phone. so there we were standing on bank street. the knumbness reached down to my feet. he spit out his lyrics, beatiful they were. i thought all his shit spilled out all ubsurded. he has a life of cold and pain. thank god for him it didn't rain. i gave him the money, and i gave him three dollars more. i figured it was only for more. so off he/i went. for meth, pot, drinks, and more drugs. i am sorry i couldn't help him stay out of the bugs. i told him my last words out, i gave you the money cause you reminded me of my brother.
i read "everything I needed to know, I learned in kindergarten" Mr. Malone did too. i read "the five people you meet in Heaven" Mr. Malone did too. Patern here, with my careers teacher?
tonight, i bused out to meet laura at work. we went to rideau, that girl is too skinny. so we ate, she did i didn't. we went to Mc Dick's, some fucking guy hit on her. then his friend pulled him back, then his friend did it. we ate are meal in peace, her meal. we sat, they looked, they came, and invited us to a pub. we went, we were hesitant. it turned out that this girl asked for our id's. then they sweet talked her, and truthfully not all boys are bad news. the best time in a while, and i broke hius heart as he said. the damm hott polish jack, yes jack like titanic jack. and his "gayy" friend david, was like helmsey. jack's worst was also his best. haha his mom's bestfriend. jack was not a virgin before he was. we finished the night off, with hugs the european way. we were told to meet again, but i know the way we didn't give numbers or no plans. because the best plan is to not have a plan. i miss jack tonight, and will probably for a long time. he said i made his stomach knot, and his heart turn. and he ran after me, i miss him
i keep it at the back of my mind. some days i don't see it but it's there. i think and think, and my mind even hurts from it...but i can't stop thinking. the second i do that i will loose him. loose the memory. i won't let it. it can't escape me. please don't escape me. i turn on the t.v. in an unfimilar place, a vancant place. i feel presence here. you'r presence. and i hate that you left me, and i know it wasen't your choice. i still hate it, and i hate you for it. little peices of you around, make me smile. but inside they make me cry. two years are gone now. two years, four months, twenty-eight days today.
What Is Your Calling? (Dark And Amazing Pictures!!!) brought to you by Quizilla Art, It is all in art. You want to express yourself through art. You have a hard time expressing yourself otherwise. You probably re-invent yourself many a time over. You are very talented though, in the art category. You seem aloof at times or the weird type, but really you could not be a more complicated soul.
Pros: Your creativity is at an enormous high, and others envy that.
Cons: You can get ignorant at times because of your work, making people doubt your loyalty. But otherwise, you are a right and true friend.
i am going to make a movie. i am leaving on the 23rd. i hate these people, who are talking right now, they talk to be heard. and i don't want to hear them. i will not return till the ninth, ahh what a shame. i am excited to go, i must admit. the boy is explaing someone who failed because of drugs, and in the end died. i don't like when people make those addicts out to be so bad. because i bet you the boy tried to get out of it, probably time and time again. it isn't fair the way we all portray them. i bet you that boy wanted to give the drugs up, i bet he gave it his will. and now it's the end. let him rest fuck. Xmas, in Hershey = love. New Years in ElizabethTown = fun.
starting the A-List, thanks to Laura. and the FUCK UP, is sorta getting done. i am sidetracking, and to those(cough) laura, who will get it next. because that's the way the train goes, it is good. it just is sad. no more comments or hints to it... and that Angles book is bullshit, because Hunter died. fucking writers, never can handle happy endings.
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