curbdrop out of grace

wellbutrin, prozac, lexapro, cannibus

if you're not going to be proactive and give 100%, you might as well go to a giberalter gun and knife show and buy a magnum and blow your fucking head off.

i saw a red cross blood mobile today. it had a call number for inquiries about giving blood. the number was "1-800 Give Life". since when did telephone numbers consist of 8 digits?

i went to the auto show today during this media week. i've reconfirmed the fact that i care nothing about cars. there was this sweet looking ferrari though that had a solid retractable opaque hood making it a convertable. yeah it was only $330,000.

i'm sure you'll be seeing it in the next shitty p diddy video.

i always thought that the guys in swingers were stupid. that the main guy is like me and the other swingers are the opposite of me. and these swingers are a bunch of fuckheads who aren't ever going to get the right type of girl. but the more i think about it, the more i realize the main guy and so, myself, constantly go through life with such distress and aggrevation. maybe in the long-ass run, i'll meet a girl being that nice guy. but i think also during this long-ass run, i'll want to kill myself for making stupid decisions on a weekly basis.

beautiful babies.

my room has officially become a disaster zone. i feel my room typically is a good representation of my love life: a struggle to find anything that fits and lots and lots of garbage.

in relationships, i think it's terrible to play these stupid mind games. i've always thought the only game i want to play is russian roulet. there's always some lucky winner. no hard feelings you know? but my old strategy of not playing games put me in situations constantly where if i was at all remotely interested in a girl, i'd let her know. and after that, i had absolutely no power whatsoever in helping shape the potential outcome of the relationship. i always thought girls love this romantic honest crap. and they might. but you have to give it to them in tiny doses, only enough to keep them interested for a while until you can lure them in and ______. now i think i'm going to change my strategy and play the damn game.
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tomorrow should be a fine day.

i'm talking to katie mulka. she reminds me of me in ways. she's a lovely girl. she choose not to go to a frat party tonite. in a few years, she'll graduate from frat parties to bars, which also mostly suck. and then if she's lucky in a few years after, they'll come out with a virtual game where you can simulate being at a shitty frat party or bar without ever leaving the comforts of your prison-like-bedroom.

posted by fillshe @ 12:24 AM