Anti abandons the internet.

it's finally over, thank fucking god.

Thursday, November 20, 2003

today my boss told me that he explains to other people that if everyone doesn't hold my hand throughout the day, everything i'll touch... will turn to shit.

then my boss told me if he finds another one of my cigerette butts on or around or even NEAR his property... he's gonna spit in my face.

ever feel so small you have to look up to see a rug? that's how it felt.

i recorded this for jamie before the morbid sadness of my life consumed me whole.

it's a
nice day
for a
white wedding,

it's a
nice day to
yeowww, c'mon!

at least billy idol knows wassap. sweat motherfuckers.

the thing that keeps me from running though... is the undying false hope i have that everything works out in the end. i don't know if that makes sense to anyone but me... but. fuck it.

oh and hey true, can you tell sterling to take that restricted number bullshit off her phone.... i don't answer "those" kinda calls, nahmean?

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