is tonight, biatches. goin as an evil pixie.
/faerie.
not really sure what i am, really.
oh well.
life manages to somehow go on.
it had better be good.

Me.
no.
so anyway.
im nineteen.
my mom and stepdad were the only ones to buy me anything. my dad didnt do shit. suprise surprise.
my uncle is taking me out soon, hes only a month late. whatever. shit happens.
I'm tired.
partied all night last night.
it was stupid.
i dont know why i keep going to those, i always end up dissapointed.
depressingly so.
i've all but forgotten about deviantart. too much shit goin on recently, i guess.
who cares.
scuse me while i rot.

snoop dogg is the shiznit.

so, im making my bike work again, i already went on the ol trail once, and i think i need to submit a picture of me now, and then a picture of me at the end of summer to see how much ive changed.

i quit drugs (again T_T) and im doing good this time.
i have a new puppy named murphy. shes adorable and my new best friend.

she can sit and stay and lay-down already, and shes only about 15 weeks old.

shes a cross between a chocolate lab and a black lab.

i cut off my mohawk, so now i just have a bunch of fuzzness goin on.
im gonna grow my shag back

and dye it azure blue, in homage to 2D, my fav singer ev-AR

i bought the Rise of the Ogre book, the gorillaz one, its pretty sick.

im soooo incredibly good looking, its ridiculous.

hahaha

so yeah. im in a pretty good mood. the cold weathers almost gone, its fuckin sunny out, no clouds, and around 20 degrees C out there

intense.

over a thousand pageviews.
when did that happen.


i feel like theres hope for me yet.


oh yeah.
i got a mohawk.
im sweet like that.

my dad yelled at me for about an hour for wearing a bracelet with iron crosses on it.
yeah, he's drunk. but nowadays, who's dad isnt.
apparently, his grandpa (my great grandpa) was killed by germans in the first world war.

no offence, but alot of people were killed in the first world war.
and im not wearing the bracelet to rub it in his face, im wearing it because my friend gave it to me.
besides, its not like its a swastika or anything. this was before the germans were considered demons.
funniest thing is
my moms side of the family is all german.
so what
the fuck
does it even matter?


so
im dropped out of college, working in the mall, minimum wage.
im lonely (love-life, i mean. i have more than enough friends)
im angry,
im ranting
i dont even have it that bad. i know.
but all the same.
im a pissy, 18 year old drug addict insomniac writing a journal entry at 237 AM because he's too bitter to go upstairs right now.
fuckin eh.


someone needs to shank me in the stomach with a thermometer and watch my temperature go down.

or


give me some free ketamine.
eithers cool with me

never gets comments. does anyone read this? if not, im jus gona stop.
lemme know.