I suppose i might post on here once again. Bleh. Happy new years kids and kiddies. Yours truly had some very nice rum and shot a shotgun of at midnight to celibrate.
On the subject of Rum, it rocks. No prebuzz headache, no hangover, just that happy warm feeling you get in your tummy.
On the subject of shotguns, now my shoulder hurts. But it was worth it. i think i made that little obnoxious kid i live next door wet his bed. Ha!
Friday im planing on going for my license. ive a long book, plans fr 4 in the morning and a suit of damn midevil armor, just to get threw that zoo in huntsville. but i aint leaving till the damn card is in the mail. How did i hear is said? 'The fighting will end when it ends and not before' That fors for alot of situations right now..waiting on my car, waiting on my money from mom, waiting on my trip up to see Dianne.....waiting. im a wait o holic. Its like rum, i suppose
Met jody, Joel edward [Think its edward >.>], the mythical father figure i never knew. We ate in dariy queen and talked, and a little later, that next week or so, we went to my aunt lynns together. Hes a cool guy, and its freaky weird seeing us together. Somethings ARE genetic..we walk, sit and stand the same, both wear big coats, both have glasses, but smoke salems..walking out the dariy queen was a fucking twilight zone experience. Were side by side, walking to his car, and the same moment, same way, both pull out a pack of salems. He smokes lights, i smoke black label fulls, he looks over at me and askes if i smoke those, i nod, and we keep on trucking. It was only later when i got home that i realized how freaking weird that is. He looks the same, talks the same i suppose, with a definit 60's kinda jive.
Holy cow i met my dad and he was me. well, no more guessing what the future holds for me! [P.S. I get to keep my hair till im at least 60 -headbangs-]