wasted face that swallowed time

my new car costs as much as a black market iphone

life as it comes

razorblade suitcase is a good ablum for bringing your spirits down. i've come to terms with my lot in life. a day late, a dollar short, thanks come again. brandy sent me a rambling sappy reminiscing message yesterday. she was recalling how we had to park behind the local burger king and pizza hut to make out...we were such horny kids. the first time i ever touched a boob was driving down the road in my truck...she reclined the seat and grabbed my hand and plopped it on her tit. gah i thought. i remember when she would run her fingers thru my hair, i would worry about it being greasy (i was a nerd, i liked video games, not girls at the time...so personal hygene wasnt that big of an issue at the time..i bathed everyday, i just washed my hair once a week...shutup). hell my first real date was to see beavis and butthead do america. i dont remember what i wore, but i remember her smelling really good. we had arbys and drove the fairlane. i remember having the moto bag phone. and no..i didnt get any...i didnt get any till almost 6 months later :p meh time to end this roadtrip to 1996

so the verdict from my blood work is in....

im healthy...well as healthy as an overweight person who hasnt gone to a real doctor can be. no diabeetus, no tb, no nothing. meh.

self destructive phase

so here i am...in bed...naked and clean. listening to bush, waiting for a download to finish. the alarm is set for 8:15am tomorrow. the clothes are in the dryer. the car has a full tank of gas, the turnsignals work again. i have 25 bucks in cash to my name at the moment. many daydreams running thru my head today. i want to buy a lincolin mark viii, cause you know, its just a cobra with saddle leather seats. i just remembered theres a shotgun in my trunk that needs to be removed, heh. i'll be in the same position next weekend, and maybe three weeks from this weekend. i think life is living me. why is it i had more when i didnt amount to anything, then i do now? now that i can function as real person, i have jackshit.

damnit

epic fail

i lose at the internet dating game. i was bored so i started filling out that stupid eharmony quiz, and it tells me out of two million people no one would be my perfect mate. sometimes i feel so lonely. its a very hollow feeling. i dont even want a girlfriend. i just want a friend. i want a local doug or joey. i dont know. i got my car fixed for the most part. everything lines up about as good as to be expected. i dont know. will all things be fine? meh

i may be paranoid, but im no android

i had to go have blood work done today, it was an awful experence. it didnt hurt, it just made me woozy...it also made my hands hurt like a bitch. god im wondering what can of worms have this blood work done is going to open.

sometimes all you need is a good anime and a warm kitty

is it sad that no one came to see manny for fathers day today? honey didnt even call. i bought him and maria fathers day lunch. bleh. you'll be sad when hes gone.

accident forgiveness?

my car heh ^


her car....




blah blah yeah it was myfault, i was to busy listening to manny talk a million miles an hour in spanish to his sister. i thought i was clear to go but wasnt. meh we were both okay, the cops came we traded info we both drove off. im more then likely going to get a ticket for failure to give right away or some bullshit. shit happens life goes on, we die. oh and the girl i hit had really bad acne scars. my cars not actually fucked that bad, i should be able to fix it for less then 100 bucks.

everyone's so intimately rearranged

so the broncos gone. i kinda have mixed feelings about it being gone. it was a decent truck, but had its problems...like the transmission would be totally spaztic sometimes, and other times shift like a new one. i was tired of the oil disappearing for no apparent reason. lets not forget about the electrical crap that would rear its head every so often.

i remember curling up in a ball with the drivers seat reclined one of the times me and jen were going thru our breakup. hail to the theif was playing on the cd player. i was parked in front of dougs apartment...its when he was in texas visiting his parents. the feelings that ran thru my head sitting there sobbing...the bloodstaind fist print on the headliner. it was surreal. i remember wondering if it would make it to texas. it saw me thru my first months at my job, making sure i got there on time. i dont think i've had this much of an emotional attachment to a vehicle since the fairlane.

buggy number two, you did good. i'll miss you.