February 07, 2006
shit (please excuse profanity)
The feelings of wanting the gas truck in front of me to fish tail have subsided, well they had until I arrived here and failed myself and then everyone else was quick to point that out some more. Young love, love? Young? I stopped answering the phone for them, for me. He always said I just shit on everyone and do whatever I want, its true I do and eventually they will probably all shit on me and my whole world will come falling down around me. Oh wait he already did it already did and I am standing triumphant again. Triumphant for today and maybe tomorrow.