Drama fo’ yo’ momma tonight. But only the false kind. And idiocy again prevails. But it doesn’t beat that one time at Rubio’s. What a wonderful caricature of intimacy. You’ve gotta love PCC and the people in it.

And man, I’m full.

In:
-Falling in love with complete strangers.
-Drama and gossip.
-The music.
-Waking up at 9am.
-Huge watches that hurt wrists.
-Love.
-Brutal honesty.
-Real life friend deleting.
-You.

Out:
-Falling in love with your best friend. That is so cliche.
-Keeping secrets.
-The scene.
-Going to sleep at 9am.
-Huge belt buckles that hurt waists.
-Lust. To an extent.
-Lying.
-Myspace friend deleting.
-You.

Keep these things in mind. Unless you don’t want to be cool.

Driving down the 91 east at midnight, admiring the reddish-orangish glow in the distance, just over the hills. Such a beautiful sight, yet in the back of my mind, I can’t help but think about how the very thing I am in awe of is destroying any and everything in it’s path and how I have to keep a distance. Clinging to familiarity is what I do best, but it’s a new year. Let’s experiment with new hobbies, discover new people, and get out of comfort zones. That’s something I’ve always been inept at. There’s a bigger picture. Paint it. And lastly, don’t believe the hype.

Brains are incredibly sexy.

This little deviant is back. I’m preparing for all the inevitable “I-told-you-so’s”. And ironically, yet not surprisingly, the first one’s from myself. Things are going SO well. Things are going SO bad. All at the same time. And I don’t know how/what to feel. This is my mood at the moment. “Complicated” comes to mind. I’m still waiting for life to turn around, look at me, yell “Sike!” and make everything perfect. Or at least the way things SHOULD be. Because right now, things aren’t. As soon as I figured myself out, I forgot it all. Please send out my “piss off and drop dead’s” and “I miss you’s” accordingly.

I’m chemically unbalanced. I feel like breakdancing. No I don’t.