Posted

Jun 4th 2006

Mood

Dead

I hate you Greenley. You ruined a certain somebody's creativity. Now they're just slowly making everything like you. What a great influence. Congrats, you officially cant think for yourself.

On a darker more serious note, (Besides lame people who cant think for themselves)I've been neglecting things again.

This isn't what I want to do, just because I've found a guy again. Remind me to see you guys.

I'm going camping on friday, probably at sidney spit, or... French beach. I dont know, I dont care. I havent gone camping in so fucking long. It'll be a short trip, but whatever. Me, Ashton, Casey and some other people are going. Me and Casey are gonna go camping in tu-tus. Yay. Work annoys me, I'd rather be alone all day than even look at the Bird of paradise pub. But I'm not quitting. Not until I find a different job.

Me and Ashton have been hanging out every day for the passed week. Sometimes it's scary. We've been reading eachother's minds alot, climbing trees in beacon hill, drinking in playgrounds, spitting the tapioca from bubble tea in the windows of passing vehicles.... I tell him he needs to use his words more often when it counts, and he says I need to stop chain smoking. The two of us have had the strangest things happen to us in the little time we've been locked at eachother's sides.

Like... I was caught by the same two cops that arrested me, in my redzone. With a 40 in my bag. Underaged. With alcohol restrictions. And... they let me leave without a word, and even... strangely enough, gave me back the 40.

And just the other night I walked him home, and the cops put us under investigation for vandilism, sadly enough, but I made them drive me to swan lake when they couldn't possibly use anything against us besides our descriptions.
Weird.

I want Sidney to be okay again. She seems lost, and I know I'm the only one besides herself that can help.