abstinance only education

My body feels a little tingley right now. I couldn’t tell you why but it’s sort of nice. Maybe my brain is doing something crazy, like trying to form a mosh pit or something.

Feeling hateful, she says. I say, I mean. I do hateful things to my body. If you knew me, you’d know what I mean.

a little poem, it looks as though.

This thing at Echo has been rolling. Like a ball. Or something like a ball. Something round with smooth surfaces. A ball-like thing. Perhaps a bullet. Seems fitting. The work is simple really. The sociality of it, and that may not be a word, is a little harder for me cause’, well, I’m shy and introverted and a little insecure instead of ambitious and tall and confident. Not that I could ever be tall, I probably subconsiously say that along with the other two things that I could NEVER BE. Oh fucking self analysis and how new jobs make you do that. analyze that is.

I’m not a whiney bitch, I swear. well, my girlfriend says I am and she is usually right about almost everything. She’s what one may call a "know-it-all".

There’s nothing to write lately cause I am stoppppppppped. like this. did you see it?

new place in tempe. you’re invited to our house warming party we won’t have cause there’ s not enough time or people to come or money to spend. everyday there’s less and less of things until soon I’m going to be living around nothing.

she totally is right, I’m such a whiney little cry baby bitch.