“.. you're gonna miss me by my walk, you're gonna miss me by my talk, you're gonna miss me when I'm gone.” oh would you really laddie? There are such times whereas I am dead confused like a fre'ken himbo, feeling fucked up on the insides like Meghan ‘Miserella’ James from the Bad Girl's Club Season Nine, like a happy-boy-who-feels-like-a-million-bucks, a kid with his pack of cotton candy, or like a complete cray cray disastrous mixture of the bitter-sweet-sour-spicy which makes completely no sense since it's like-a-bull-of-shit, totally. In other words, that's love.
By the way, I'd just attended an ol' so boring cohesion like a day ago, no offense since I heart 'em from my camp, but the awkward groupie atmosphere and the buffet spread turns on my cussy-whine button. Speaking of which, who knew dressing up as myself would get me called an indie, hippie young-punk from the 60's, like really? And would people quit hating on moi damn socks. Thank goodness @superacidic was free after brunch! And giggles, I did had some waffles and a caramel macchiato from Starbucks beforehand oop'sie daisy, so I'm over the buffet spread. We then went window shopping, bought myself some new rings, and too went for Tom Cruise's latest film ‘Oblivion’. I swear the two-hour film was alright, the start was so dang boring, but coming to the back, we get the point. Who knew about the Sci-fi twist, which got me mad pissed at those damn aliens, well it's just a movie. Instead, I'm looking forward to catching ‘Iron Man 3’ and ‘Fast and Furious 6’ with my homies like a complete dork-who-does-harry-potter. I can't wait to hang out with those who I have or hadn't seen in ages. While I am on that, I have a week of standby duties ahead of me, ugh. Well, there is a saying of “What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.” that I, or we will be, no matter how rocky the roads can be ahead of us, be brave I'll say.