"And they wonder what happened." Well as of lately, life is a little boring. Somewhat slow and un-complicated. It's garbage night here. (Wooo) I've decided to take a break from my "best friend." SEB and I just don't seem to 'click' like we used too. I don't know what her problem is. I'm a little pissed about last night. We were supposed to go out, but she never called. I won't wonder why. Or ponder anything. Or assume. (Because when you assume, you make an ass out of me and you.) Anyways. I'm a little hurt by her inconsideration. I'm a little sick of people only wanting me around when they're bored. Fuck that. Fuck it, indeed. There isn't much to type about. Not much at all. My life has hit another ditch. I'm stuck with my wheels spinning. Left on the side of the road. Waiting for help. Maybe? I don't know. And I don't really care. I need to get focused. Focused on my life. On me. On something. There shall be no more dope for me. No more alcohol. No more testing fate. No more. Maybe? Probably? God, help me. If I could write a letter to God, I think I'd ask him for a new life. A brand new, shiny life. A pure choice. A nice path. Something a little less depressing. And confusing. And hurtful. I want to see KILL BILL. Tarintino (sp) is the man. Yes. He is. I feel a breakdown coming on. Approaching like some threatening storm. Some angry thunder. Some pelting rain. (fire and brimstone) Let it rain. Let it rain. Let it. Let. Time for me to take out the trash. (Literally) "These boots were made for walkin..." DFN.