This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
today in oakville was cold and wet. the air was so damp it almost made it hard to breath,
i have the ever growing feeling inside myself, makes me want to party giver hard forget everything that has gone wrong.
i am trying to stop smoking, but it is next to impossible.
old spider man cartoon is on tv, its fucking awesome, its the first eppisode, honestly who need spider man 2 when u got the old cartoon.
all the old cartoons kick ass, the old X-men from fox saturday morning, the old hercules with that lil newt dude, ne one of them blow all new cartoons so far off the ink cell.
that raises the question, why cant things just be like how they used to yo?
i sometimes think i was ment to grow up in the 50's to be like a greaser, or a slickster, like rusty james from rumble fish.
he is my idol, didnt let shit bother him, its a really good movie i think u should all go out and rent it. Rumble Fish.
i am finding funny things difficult to laugh at, i am having a hard time understanding my feelings.
i havent watched south park in a really long time. i am going through withdrawl, i havent showered in a few days, i dont know why. just have no energy to even leave my house is a struggle.
i like to hide when i feel like this, i dont like it when my friends see me upset, i try to be strong, i am a man and i am mature, but some people are not considerate on others feelings.
i think i should goto europe, it will make me foreget everything, i would love to go there, fucking party run around, terorize europeans till i am banned from the whole continent.
ya watch out europe here i come.
i have a big box of brownies and i am going to gorge on them like a machine.
i want to go bowling, i would love to throw some balls, it has been a while, i dont have ne one that would go with me though.
i am going camping soon with a bunch of friends, we are going to elora such a cool place to party and relax.
i love camping and drinking, cooking food on the fire, there is nothing like it, everything about u smells of smoke for a week, its a calming experience.
my lungs are black and purple from all the cigs that i power puff everyday, the must hate me so much. i am afraid oneday i am going to wake up and there is going to be a note like from my lungs like:
"dear angelo,
look dude we have been with you for like 22 years, but u just fuck us over more and more each day, we have asthma, yet u still smoke, do u need us to fucking slap some sense into your ass, we are fed up and we be out. have a good day. your lungs"
killed softly at 7/14/2004 08:10:00 PM
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