i feel you on that last one, BBK...
i think about people dying too. family members, my friends, me. how it would change things...shit like that, all the time.
i can't grow a decent beard...it grows in all white trash, joe dirt style. seriously.
had the worst break-up of my life two weeks ago, on my fucking birthday. it has taken over my life. i thought she loved me. it's all fucking stupid.
also lost my job, the same week of my break-up.
lost my virginity to her, about a year and a half ago.
i hate social gatherings, parties, going to clubs, anything, unless I'm drunk. I can't get over my shyness unless I'm a little gone. I hate meeting new people. I can never remember their names.
any time I see a lesbian couple i think, we just lost another one...i didn't care until lately, from my fucking breakup. gay dudes don't bother me. fuck dudes...
people who don't do anything annoy me. girls who sit all day on myspace and post a million bulletins, who don't do shit, who just want to "hang out." people who go get coffee... people with no artistic outlets, people with no hobbies...just seems like a waste.
when I was in 1st grade i was playing dodgeball with some friends on recess...we were playing with a basketball. i tried throwing it at my friend, and it hit this 5th grade black chick square in the face. she chased me down and threw me by my hair into the dirt. an old man had to pull that crazed bitch off of me, she was biting me and shit. one of my first elementary school experiences.
a girl liked me...she was playing hard to get I guess, cuz she chased me around the playground with a jump rope beating me, until I had an asthma attack. I don't have much luck with girls.
never been in a real fight.
used to go to a gay bar with my friends...i got wasted once and threw up in a toilet. i flushed it and it overflowed all over the floor. one of the employees was standing outside of the stall when it happened, so they called the cops on me. I ended up running 3 miles home, completely wasted.
i hate movie gore.
i have no motivation.
i like being depressed.
i broke my hand last night, punching my skateboard. yes, punching my skateboard...