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.

emo

Please excuse me but I got to ask
Are you only being nice
Because you want something
My fairy tale arrow pierces
Be careful how you respond
'Cause you'd not end up in this song
I never gave you any encouragement
And it's doing me in
Doing me in
Doing me in
Doing me in

The more you try to erase me
The more, the more
The more that I appear
Oh the more, the more
The more you try the eraser
The more, the more
The more that you appear

You know the answer so why do you ask
I am only being nice
Because I want someone, something
You're like a kitten with a ball of yarn
And it's doing me in
Doing me in
Doing me in
Doing me in

The more you try to erase me
The more, the more
The more that I appear
Oh the more, the more
The more I try to erase you
The more, the more
The more that you appear
No, you're wrong, you're wrong
You're wrong, you're wrong
You're wrong, you're wrong
You're wrong

humor me before i have to go

saturday was a comedy of errors. it basically went like this. wake up at 9am to go to the gun range, get in car, car sounds like sewing machine..tick tick tick tick drive to gun range. range hasnt been plowed. car wont make it up hill to rifle range. share a few explitives with manny. go back home to get 4wd truck. load guns into bronco. drive bronco to gun range, unload guns...then remember left bullets in car. share a few mre explitives with manny. go to gun shop and buy over priced bullets...go to range shoot said bullets. pack up and go home.

later that night i go to the bar with jen...some creepy dudes buy us drinks. proceed to watch jen get shit faced and cock cock cock cock. leave jens house and get all emo. txt mickey random things that i dont even remember. go home pass out.

tonight jen and i went to jack creek steak house for some steak lovin. i promised her if she did my taxes id buy her dinner when i got my return. came home to a newly repaired a70 and my ds r4 flash cart. w00t now i just need my memory card.

and now a sample a70 pic 15 sec exp @ f2.8 of jens parents bathroom

Slackerbitch, faghag, whore
Looks real cute, her lips are sore
Slackerbitch, faghag, whore
Always knocking on my door

You come across impure
I didnt mean it
Youre goddamn immature
I didnt mean it
You act so insecure
I didnt mean it
You hate me now Im sure
I didnt mean it