History of Hardcore

I'll never turn it around, will I?

I am such a stereotypical person. I don't know why I say that.

I am very predictable, in terms of what I do on a daily basis (Why do I still smell Weed?)
I get up, late... close to noon. He's the first thought, the first face I see (in that picture I dared myself to print off).
I shower.
Computer...
tv...
work.
work.
home.
computer.
bed.

it's the same thing. On the weekend, I get to choose between Saturday and Sunday to go out to Angus'. Deal with.... boy issues. during and after the visit.

Such a circle.
and Circles are NOT cool shapes people. they suck. a lot.

I hate going home with no one to talk to. My leaning person is far and away. which is cool. Live you're life, Cal, it's all you've got in the end. and even that's take, so fucking enjoy every damn second, or I'll hurt you!
but I still go home lonely.

and you know, sometimes I feel proud of being "celibate".... but it's not wholly by choice you know. I'm not exactly a great catch.
so.... alright. fine. here goes girl.

7 things I like about MOI...

my IQ... supposedly it's not bad at all.
my job.
my socks. these things are soooooo warm.
I GUESS I like my EYEs. they're kind of... good enough.
My Family. not gord. he's not family. fuck him. the rest of them are cool.
my music.
last one....

MY FRIENDS! AWWWWWW

that's the best I can do man. It's the effing truth. You're not getting anything else, because there's nothing else, really. I could add my computer in there, but it's not really mine.
meh. it's not that great anyway.

still dont feel great. but I never will. not for long anyway.

CHEERS. to drinking.

I'm not.