money. Passion. Boredom. ^?

No girl is worth F's. Go to school.

fuck phone browsing. ^ :mad:

Well I didn't skip school mostly because of this girl but also due to the fact that I couldn't sleep the night before and figured I would get a lot more school work done at home than at class today.

Honestly I've wrote two essays that are due for next week. Would I have did all that class? Nope. Not at all. I only have 3 classes that really matter anyway.

My sentiments exactly;)

you should give it another shot, spring's coming.

i'm tired as balls.

Stoned bike riding is best when on a road/trail surrounded by as few people, and as much nature as possible.

For good or bad, I don't want to buy pot in this area. I've got to assume it is coming from Mexico and I don't want my money to support the violence. (Yeah, about as useful as my boycotting Exxon and BP but ya gotta do what you gotta do.)

When I lived in Alaska, I knew the guy who grew it and was fairly sure he never killed anybody.



I gotta move back to Anchorage. Kincaid Park mountain biking. Coastal Trail and Bird to Gird for road biking. The latter is a fantastic stoned ride.

So, if anything is bothering me, lack of non-violent pot!

Bothering me? The dreams I had last night/this morning.

True.

I used to be a people person, but now I want 99.99% of them to burn in hell.

i need to piss, but i don't want to get up from this chair. oh, the sorrow.

You know, that may be the real problem. Except I fall in love easily with "pain in the ass" too. One is gratifying and the other is fascinating. Neither, though, is satisfying.

These cherry blossoms are really screwing with my sinuses.

I want to hit up a bar but my friends are being sticks in the mud.

boring boring boring boring

sometimes i think i'm destined to live in an endless world of filth..

This whole day. The truck I was driving overheated 2 hours away from Chicago.....I had to wait those two hours for someone to pick me up....then I had to finish my route.....then!!!! on the way home....I was caught for speeding....FUCK! Got a ticket and worked an extra like 6 hours.....

I hear you. Which makes me wonder how....


...someone like yourself can "let" yourself feel so much for people over and over.....does your love never run out? Or amazement, curiosity, lust, distraction, whatever form "love" can take. I say that with almost an envy, but I'm too tired to even imagine having that much energy again.

I woke up to feel a small earthquake the size of a bump in my bed.