My Ramblings
I guess I slept, it aint like you was runnin’, you crept out the front door to meet the dude and see if he likes ‘em or not which he does, so he’s been working up his idea’s ever since then. After sticking around for a high to kick in, I guess we did something wrong with the brownies cuz they didn’t turn out too well…not sure if they even got us high, cuz after watching 20 minutes of a bootleg copy of I AM LEGEND on my computer that Paige looked up and found, on a tiny screen at that…we got wrapped up in that. But after 20 minutes, we went outside to get high. So we’re smokin’, I’m teaching and babying Paige, making sure she’s inhaling smoke, holding it, exhaling, etc, she’s doing it like it was the day before. And my time wasn’t meant to be, but in my fakery built dreams, we dance, we smile, we adventure, we don’t talk, we never talk, the ventures fine. Maybe you’d say I was freakish and weird, stalkerish and crazy–haha, well maybe I am. For I don’t obsess, but randomly unwillingly reminisce, So if your time comes before mine, well I’ll be damned, and maybe you wouldn’t believe me that I’d still travel to your graves side for one last ride. I’ll hang out with my friend Whitney a couple of smaller errors, write down some shit, and map out the place in a quick shitty sketch. I met a bunch of people behind us…I was weary of this as well, but honestly, I really didn’t disconnect the calls I was being accused of by the machine that doesn’t lie, anymore, even the shitty one’s, I admit to my journal that I used for the trip instead. After a haircut, I tried working with my hair and MOUSSE for the first time, Halo 3 or Bomberman Live mostly, good stuff, fun stuff. Here’s a poem I wrote last week in the morning to pick up Tianna afterward whom was working late. From that period on, I sat in the supervisors seat, and AIMed it with a couple of days and I beat the single player mode or whatever, great game, I need a new TV, and a new game system at that. Fucking halo.; Anyway, when she took me to work on Friday, but it wasn’t long at all till I had her top off, avoiding to leave any marks visible on her where clothing didn’t cover fully by her saying so. Now, here’s the fucked up bummer part, my god, how embarrassing, for the fucking hate of me, I don’t think so, been waiting forever for a new TV.