Anti abandons the internet.

it's finally over, thank fucking god.

Tuesday, September 23, 2003

i'm just a space monkey in a tin foil hat.

budweiser breakfast, and bong hit buffet.

it's the smallest of pleasures in life that go un-noticed, and and un-appreciated. like peeling elmer's glue off your fingers, or sticking your head out the car window while going 80MPH. it feels like i'm letting all the good shit pass me by.

instead of sitting on the dock of the bay, watching the tide roll away... i'll be like in buttfucked AZ, or asleep, or too hammered to know what i'm doing at all.

i'm an enigma to my friends. some are supportive of me, some have other advice they want me to follow and obey, but they ALL think i'm a mental case. i guess it's because i take so many chances with everything. i always just let it roll and hope i don't crap out. "c'mon 7"... like with the way i speed thru traffic, or how i let my car run on fumes before refeuling, ect ect ect

my problem is i have no routine. i stay up till 4 or 5am, i sleep all day, i waste money on perishables, and i hate it. i'm sick of it.

fuckit nevermind.

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