How I love to give in.

Currently listening to: Empty~Metric

Something amazing happened to me last night. I believe it was..karma? Or not. Either way, it was one of the dumbest decisions a guy can make. Good luck, and good riddance.

Le sigh..

Goodness, I need a better goal in life.

Well, this situation has gotten me back into Metric and Bayside. Meaning listening to them constantly..over and over again.

I should be leaving to the beach shortly. Huntington. Yes, bonfire! Going with some friends I haven't seen in ages [or so it seems].




PS: I'm bitter as hell. Obviously.

"We need to talk."

DOUCHER. I hate ppl and their stupidity. Don't go into something, or get involved with someone if you have BAGGAGE. T_T

(666)666-6666

Sitting on Lacey's bed. She's to my right on her laptop, I'm to her left listening to my zune and texting. Her phone starts ringing 'Skate in the Night' ringtone plays. Lacey picks up her phone we both look at the number and look at each other. The number reads: (666)666-666. I shit you not. She laughs and I do too [thinking its telemarker shit or something dumb]. She answers and you can hear breathing and someone whispering her name. They hang up. She tries to call back "Your call cannot be completed as dialed". We're fucking shitting bricks. Less than an hour later, they call again. She puts it on speaker and all you hear is heavy breathing. CREEPY AS FUCK. They stay on for a few seconds and hang up. She again tries to call back "Your call cannot be completed as dialed". No fucking joke. Didn't sleep til fucking 6am. -_-

Sickly sweet

DAMN. It's almost too good to be true...