mr. green (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mistergreen) wrote,@ 2003-08-25 12:21:00 |
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impending mood
tic. tic. tic. this entry is the equivalent of a cigarette break. I'm going to be 28 in nine days. I had a horrible weekend, only because of its excess. fell in love until my best friend said she was out of my league, ever since he said that I'm not sure if I'm gonna throw the word "best" in front of friend anymore. that's the just the tip of the shitberg with that guy but I won't get into it. well I will say this, if I got a crush on someone don't invite mean ugly girls back to my house and then ditch me. they didn't like my music. I should just escort people out of my house if they don't like my music. well thanks but goodbye. I'll be dating tara reid in about a week's time, so I'm not interested in making you happy because you have a gut and zits and that's a big no-no. (my gut and zits will not be a part of the discussion.) my favorite part was cruising around with marc, listening to op ivy. we both knew all the words. marc would be looking at my porno mags and he'd say something like, "now there's a dreamy clam." cracked me up. I smoked everyone up all weekend long as was left with jack shit on sunday, nothing to do but finish medal of honor, and you know that the end of a medal of honor game is in no way fulfilling. silent hill 3 should be here any day and I got a bejamin franklin doc and final destination 2 coming my way. watched a joni mitchell doc and was completely inspired to just stick to being me, that's good enough, better than some. did a really good show on saturday but no fans driving from countless miles to check it out. It still felt good to me which is all that matters. been rockin out to junior senior all weekend. fuckin hilarious. I love the nordic tracks. it inspired me to do dishes and I got so into the finger puckering beats I almost forgot to show up and do the improv show. I leave for new york in two days and will be gone for a week. I don't have much prepared, but I think I'll write during the day while john's at work. stick myself in the sweat and steam of a new york summer and see what bubbles up. I been drinkin like a fish, eating whatever, too nervous to behave. I can't wait till my birthday party, by that point I'll have a better idea of what to feel. man, I really want to leave atlanta and stop working. I'm tired of not wanting to get up in the morning. these entries will most likely get more and more morose until I type that special one in all caps. xomc
tic. tic. tic. this entry is the equivalent of a cigarette break. I'm going to be 28 in nine days. I had a horrible weekend, only because of its excess. fell in love until my best friend said she was out of my league, ever since he said that I'm not sure if I'm gonna throw the word "best" in front of friend anymore. that's the just the tip of the shitberg with that guy but I won't get into it. well I will say this, if I got a crush on someone don't invite mean ugly girls back to my house and then ditch me. they didn't like my music. I should just escort people out of my house if they don't like my music. well thanks but goodbye. I'll be dating tara reid in about a week's time, so I'm not interested in making you happy because you have a gut and zits and that's a big no-no. (my gut and zits will not be a part of the discussion.) my favorite part was cruising around with marc, listening to op ivy. we both knew all the words. marc would be looking at my porno mags and he'd say something like, "now there's a dreamy clam." cracked me up. I smoked everyone up all weekend long as was left with jack shit on sunday, nothing to do but finish medal of honor, and you know that the end of a medal of honor game is in no way fulfilling. silent hill 3 should be here any day and I got a bejamin franklin doc and final destination 2 coming my way. watched a joni mitchell doc and was completely inspired to just stick to being me, that's good enough, better than some. did a really good show on saturday but no fans driving from countless miles to check it out. It still felt good to me which is all that matters. been rockin out to junior senior all weekend. fuckin hilarious. I love the nordic tracks. it inspired me to do dishes and I got so into the finger puckering beats I almost forgot to show up and do the improv show. I leave for new york in two days and will be gone for a week. I don't have much prepared, but I think I'll write during the day while john's at work. stick myself in the sweat and steam of a new york summer and see what bubbles up. I been drinkin like a fish, eating whatever, too nervous to behave. I can't wait till my birthday party, by that point I'll have a better idea of what to feel. man, I really want to leave atlanta and stop working. I'm tired of not wanting to get up in the morning. these entries will most likely get more and more morose until I type that special one in all caps. xomc
