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dont you hate it when your walking through the rain and the water crawls its way up your pant leg? It dosnt even have to be raining, just if the grounds wet. i hate that....
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[29 Sep 2005|10:06pm] |
all alone with my cat. i loves my cat...
someone please, move out with me.
hey digga know i started playing drums? no. thats a lie.
i love crying
(all the negitivity splashes on the ground with the tears)
i need to find a life
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[08 Sep 2005|10:39am] |
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An email from Michelle.
This is my email address. I bet you could read this from where you are sitting right now. I'm drinking some bomb mountain breeze in my super cold cup. Yes, thank you for this mountain breeze in the super cold cup. Tomarrow we are going to party like it is 1999. With mountain breeze involved.
Once upon a time there was a purple teacup named Jess. She was the most beautiful teacup around & all the fairies and gnome like people wanted to consume steaming liquids from her. But then Jess sold her soul to a coffee bean grinder named Michelle. & of course when a teacup sells his or her soul him or her will obviously crack and no longer be able to hold hot steaming liquids. So all the gnomes and fairies got sad and died and it was all jess' fault. After all the fairies died Michelle the coffee grinder sold jess' soul AGAIN to bill gates and became a millionaire.
oh god i love my life.
oh yeah and you.
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| kkk took my baby, ...away |
[22 Aug 2005|01:25pm] |
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WHOOOOOOOOO damn lets see now.
So at the beginning of this month, August, My dear phillip found some hippies. He thought they were cool cause they were travling all over the states in a van full of music gear. So one night phill brought them all to lincon. i beleive it was the weekend before Tonys birthday.
There were three of em, two guys and a broad, and all three of them sported sholderlenth bead adorn dredlocks. And first i thought-"hey thats pretty awesom,...." and then i was like "who the fuck do these people think they are?" So i tried not to talk to them that night.
Later on me and elsa and mushu went to go match a bowl some place away from the initial party. Not too far, just far enough as so the drunk people wouldnt notice and bring hella more heads over. SO we sit down to smoke, and along comes one of those hippies! "GRRR!" i think to myself. Then the hippie spoke, "my names Jayson Page. You can call me jay. or pages. or whatever you want to really" And i thought to myself "this guy aint that bad". there was somthing about him that didnt mysterieously piss me off like the other two hippies.
I talked to Pages for a while over the bowlsmokin and he told me about there journy. He was an artist travling with his two friends who were musicians. And low and behold, they needed a drummer. They needed my tommy. We exchanged phone numbers, and they jammed a few days later.
I guess they really hit it off too, cause since then the hippies havent left. they have been crashing at thomas' house. They want thomas to go on tour with them. They want me to come also.
I still dunnow what to think of the other two hippies, Hillary and Jaymison. There nice, but a bit dramma centered. Nice people though. Good musicians i suppose.
But im wondering what i should do. Should i stay in seattle, where i got it made? friends, a good job, and i life....Or should i travle whith a van full of hippies, somthing i always wanted to do...kinda.
the end
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