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| Holy Hell, I have no idea what was on my brain when I filled out that
last entry... so very long ago... I should probably be a
bit more specific in my musings. ...though that mostly wasn't
me. ...I mean, it was me, but quoting another source.
...anyways, I've had a good couple weeks. Random thoughts
time. When my friend Nick, and I were heading North on Sunbury
Road, we saw a Chinchilla Ranch, and I kinda want to know if they do
tours... Yay fuzzy cute mammals. I woke up this morning,
and saw a massive bruise on my left arm... I don't know what
happened to cause that, but it leads me to believe that I may have
drank more than my fair share last night... no specific reason to
drink that much... could have been the fact that it was karaoke
night, and going up sober is like... Fishing...
sober. I was told by at least 4 different attractive girls that
I'm a really good singer, and my only belief on that matter is that
either, A) I am in fact a good singer. Or, B) <the more likely
thing> is that in their respective drunken stupors, is that I sound
good only after a serious number of drinks. ...I find that
extremely funny now as I did then... Yay for being easily
amused. I look good with my beard, and insane hair... felt
like sharing. thats it, thanks for your time... Time for
sleep, and the promise that my dreams will... accomplish more
than I did today. :D
All My Love
~Chris
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| I'm sick of every sad little thing that my life seemingly had to
offer. As though I'm allergic to everything and everyone around
me. People speak, and all they seem to do is say things that hurt
me, even though it's unintentional. Perhaps I'm too delicate to
deal with the hand that life has dealt.
May God have mercy on my soul...
For I fear that no one else will.
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How could this happen to me?
I've made my mistakes
Got nowhere to run
The Night goes on as I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me?
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(Simple Plan - Untitled)
~Chris
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| I had this dream...
I can't really remember much of it.
Except that it was fun, kinda scary...
...and a little sad...
~Chris
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| Was out with Nick tonight. We were talking about darts and women. ...I don't think that I drink enough.
Incidently, the quote of the night belongs to me.
Nick : "At least the weekend is almost here."
Me: "Wait... If tomorrow is Thursday... That means that... Friday is Friday."
I frown..
Nick gives me a concerned look.
Sometimes I'm so brilliant that it hurts.
~Chris
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| I was watching the White Sox and the Astros in game One of the World
Series tonight. I honestly don't care for either team, but I
secretly hope the White Sox win. I hate anything that has to do
with Texas. Fuck Texas. ...Anyways, I think that every
aspect of life can be attributed with baseball. You are the ball,
and the bat represents oppritunity. That most times, you miss
your chances in life, but every once in a while, you get slammed in the
right direction, towards something... even then, you are destined
to fall, sometimes to failure. ...but for a few moments, you see
yourself in an arc towards Heaven. Only pray for success.
...it's not the end result that I'm in love with, merely the
moment... the waiting... the anticipation.
I love this game... although it's more fun when I drink.
On a side note, all McDonalds around here have stopped serving lunch at
some point between midnight, and when the bars close. ...It's
pretty stupid, because a lot of people only will eat things from the
lunch menu, and the breakfast menu is new and threatening.
...however, it means that I can get my sausage and biscuits after I'm
done drinking. I don't care if anyone else gets what they want
... I get sausage and biscuits at Three in the morning.
No matter how many times I write biscuits, it still looks as though I
spell it wrong, even though I know I'm right. ...Fuck my self
doubt.
~Chris
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