I hate living here sometimes, I have no place to go, nowhere to hide. Ran into the Lab Rats and some Mather peeps at Mullen's. When I gave them my card, Nik was like "You're still on Hoyne." It kind of sucked. Tony was there as well, Squeeks, a lot of the regulars.
What the hell am I doing?
Sox are about to win, yeahhhh, what a comeback, unreal. The last "relationship" I was in was f'ed up, I guess, but one of our problems was that I was supposedly jealous. In the end it turned out that I had reason to be, but what are you going to do. Recently someone said the same thing about me, I really don't think I am, but I'm not sure. Is it wrong to want to talk to someone when you get the chance? It's more of a greed thing if you asked me. When I see something, or want something or whatever, I can't get enough. If something takes away from it, it disappoints me. Sorry if I'm making no sense. Can you say Long Island Iced Tea, Jagerbombs, and beers galore? I suck at pool, I need to practice. A lot of times I feel as if I'm watching myself live my life through someone else. Then I wonder if I'm living it at all...
Sox just won it! Go Red Sox!
I thought I had more to write about, but I guess not.