I keep checking to see if you have posted. Your last post was August. I went through and read all your entries from the past 2 1/2 years of your life without me. I want to read more. You censor things too well. I can't tell if you are hinting things about me or not. I like to hope they are. Have you moved on? Do you still think about me? I still think about you. I still dream about you. I haven't moved on.
I graduated in June and nothing to show for it. Im making about $2,500/month but I'm not proud of it. I want to make that much in a week. Or better, a day. I'm in the right industry to do that... but I need to get my ass out there and make it happen...captain.
I got a new car. Lets just say people want to race me now. Bad idea. I already got 3 tickets in a couple months. ha... vroom vroom mother fucker.
Ive never tried smoking weed. Anyone have a genuine, unbiased opinion on if I should try it or stay away from it?
Christmas is coming up. Im going to be turning 23. Yikes, I'm getting old. When is the crisp cold air going to hit my face? I'm sick of this "perfect" weather. Give me a nice refreshing rainstorm anyday (:
I moved into a house with Madi. A house house. 2 dogs. woof.
I'm telling you these things so maybe you'll figure out that this is me. If you still keep up with what I'm doing, you might stumble upon this and realize that this was my escape. But I've been here all along.