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The Journal of Angel J McRae It was niceeeee
06/23/2004 09:37 p.m.
Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god....(what runs through my head at 5 in the morning) But unfortunately the moanful ohhhhh god from the other night has changed more into an ooooo....god, when did you give up on romance? Now there is no more silver lining to all of those assholes that I waste my time on. You're black. (who, how many, when, for how long?? Well of coarse, that's illegal, almost hope he'll get caught. Were they all lies?)
On another note, school is great and I don't miss Shu-shu, but he still loves me. Sometimes I just wish that I could escape into my dreamworld, the fucked-up-ed-ness is much more gratifying and understandable than what I have to deal with.
Rissa, tell Jem to quit his bitching and lets remember the days you use to provide the stoges.
Sometimes I write hoping that you will read it, but then I'll never place in a name.....my contradictions.
Anyways......off to the Firehouse subs, ooo hottie, with Melissa and another night of passing time trying to forget you, all of the you's in my life. I am currently Jumbled
I am listening to Other people's phone conversations
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