Idk man.
This is now my 3rd time trying to write this shit.
I type a whole paragraph out, then I just read it, highlight it all and erase it again.
I don’t know why. Something is just making me mad. It’s not you guys don’t worry.
Mad at myself? I don’t see a reason why I’d be mad at myself, or mad at anyone in general.
Something’s just got me uneasy, a bit nervous I suppose. It’s not the anxiety-type nervous that I’m used to (which I’m really glad isn’t happening. Despite me suddenly stopping a daily pot smoking routine. Usually my anxiety spikes for like a day, then goes down slowly)
just a little….”off”
Whatever, this blog isn’t about drugs,so let’s just not go there.
Hung out with 
Amanda a while back.
God I fucking love that girl, she keeps me in check man.
We hung out at her house this time.
She showed me some drawings she did, which of course, all blew my fucking mind since I can’t draw at all.
In return, I showed her some tunes I’ve been digging lately. She always seems to like what I show her, so I do whenever I can.
Then of course, things had to get “serious”
“You need a girlfriend.” She said, drawing some random ass doodle on my hand.
“You need a boyfriend.” I said, mimicking her voice.
“I’m serious.” She said, starting on another doodle. “You’re gonna end up a man whore.”
I raised my eyebrow. “I fail to see the downside to that.”
When she didn’t laugh, I realized I wasn’t as funny as I thought I was, and apologized.
“You’re right though.” I said. “I do need a girlfriend.”
“Maybe I can introdu-“
“NO! Never again.”
You see, last time I met one of her friends, she was straight hipster.
“So what kinda bands do you listen to?”
“-names a million bands I’m pretty sure only formed a day before-.”
“Oh…Never heard of them.”
“Good”
Good? Who the fuck says “good” at a time like that? Like it’s a good thing I’m not a fan of her bands. Then she’s gonna complain when no one has anything in common with her.
“Bitch“
Oh god, how I wanted to just say that.
So you see, Amanda’s friends aren’t for me. I’m sure she has one I can connect on some level with, but I’m in no mood to swim through all her hipster friends to get to the gold y’know?
I was grabbing a bite to eat at McDonald’s the other day, when outta nowhere this little dog comes zipping in. Barking and just tearing shit up. It’s owner comes in all embarrassed and tries calling her dog over.
It was too revved up to even hear her, and eventually it just ran out the door again, and down the street.
I don’t get it. I bet this girl KNEW her dog was hyper like that, yet why wouldn’t she keep it on a leash?
Usually people let their dogs free when a certain amount of trust is earned. And even then, when they’re walking around people they’re still on a leash.
She’s lucky she left before like the manager caught her. Though I would have loved to see that 🙂
Another thing.
Why the fuck don’t we Skype anymore guys? Or if you guys still are (which I will kill you for not inviting me) why no thread about it?
I just wanna hear BryBry say “fag” again. That’s my Summer Goal/Wish. Is that too much to ask for? 🙁
And I know he’s just gonna comment and be like “No.”
And I’ll be like:
~Nass