Description: rambling, I know and I didn't bother with capitalisation (most of the time).
his name on the big sign -------------------------------------------
i tried looking at porn but that didnt work. i had some music that was fast-paced enough to usually get me going. yields the same results no matter how many times you shake.
today went actually pretty well. my feet hurt a little and i threw up my lunch but i drove home at least half smiling. tell me that's worth something.
if it weren't for Robert i wouldn't even be writing this damn thing. see that's the problem, he brings it up like its no big deal cause it IS no big deal. it shouldn't be. it isn't. most of the time.
i wrote this already, i swear to god five months ago or close to it. and it fucking kills me that it hasn't CHANGED. i should be expecting change, no? change and growth.
piles of shit piling up like a dead weight. johnson. hodes. China. 70 orgasms or whatever. 3 movies to return. Pink little pills that are making me feel better, thanks Meagan for that.
i'm stagnant. i've had all these problems before, i know it, and i've had plenty of nights like this. plenty of fucking nights but that's the problem with this one. i've got no damn reason.
nothing to pin it on and that's the problem.
that's the problem every time i drive home and his name's on that big sign right in front of me. like its hollywood and we've got hope. but fucking SCREAMING it at me like it's some kind of joke. i've got half a mind to go in and trash the place.