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[22 Mar 2007|10:02pm] |
So i don't know if I should be freaked out or laughing about last night but it was crazy.
We were having this party at this guy from works house which he rents from the owner of the place we all work, and at first it was chill and there was a lot of alcohol and a little weed, but in walk about 20 black people with an ounce on each of them and next thing we know there are blunts in everyones hands.
Things sound pretty chill now too right?
Yeah.
but then?
The fucking owner of the restaraunt that we all work for walks in. I fucking blew smoke in her face. And no one could do anything but just stare at her. She threatened to call the cops so we all dipped out shit faced and we went to some crackhead motel in the middle of the ghtto and I don't think any of us have a job anymore.
So at first it was funny but now it's just like 'what the fuck am i doing?'. I don't know. I just had to get that down somewhere.
I mean imagine being drunk off your ass and your boss walks in and at first you think she's there to party but then you realize you have a blunt in your hand and you're underage drinking.
and to top it all off she says that five people on night shift at the restaraunt are already under investigation.
CRAZY. right?
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[15 Dec 2006|01:49pm] |
I don't understand my parents or the way they treat what they like to call my gay issue.
They say that they love me but they can't support me and I can never bring a girlfriend around them or into their home.
And instead of getting mad at them, I"m just going to take what I'm learning and how I'm feeling and use it.
When I have children I pray to God that they're comfortable in their own skin, that they feel safe enough to be who they want to be around me. That they feel good enough to be free and not care what society or anyone else is going to think about them. I hope they fall in love one day with a person. I don't care if it's a boy or if it's a girl, if they're black or white I just hope they find love that makes them feel like everyday is worth living because it is. And I hope I can make them feel like everyday is worth living. And not just when I have kids, I hope my friends are comfortable enough with me that they can tell me anything and know that i'll try my best not to judge them. I hope I make it easier for you to wake up the morning after a hard day because you know that at least there's one person there for you. And I don't care who you are, but I'm here for you and I will be until I'm not breathing anymore. I want to be the kind of person who makes everyone around me happy.
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[09 Nov 2006|12:19am] |
I know death has an impact on everyone, and we all handle it in different ways, but I'm so fucking tired of all of my friends feeling sorry for themselves.
Kristin's mom died Saturday, and yesterday this guy we all went to school with went too, and all my they say: 'I just feel like dying, I don't know what I'm doing in life, I don't know where I am'
at least we get to fucking live. We have everything and you act like it's shit.
yeah I wish I knew what I want out of life, where I'm going to end up and who I'm going to end up there with,
but at least I get to answer all of those questions. I get to live.
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[18 Jul 2006|01:46am] |
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I know at one time Paige really did love me, because of the way she looked at me. I can still see it and it made me smile so big and I know that's how she knew I loved her. And that look wasn't completely gone when she said it was over, it was just replaced with one of defeat so I know she didn't want to end it and I'm going to leave this at that for now because it's been 3 months since we said it and it still feels like yesterday.
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