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