"So how did it all start?"
"How did it start?"
"The same way it always starts man...
She held my hand.."

If I ever get around to writting the great american novel it's def. gonna start with that and be in a cafe scene with two best friends talking. Then it will go into a great story and it will end up at the end with cops rushing in to take the one guy away to jail for what the girl actually did. It would sell like hotcakes.

If you can't tell Im kinda pissed at myself again, albeit not to bad. I just get too gung-ho sometimes about my relationships, if you're reading this and we've ever made-out or anything you probably know exactly what Im talking about. I think I just want that one perfect relationship so bad that I instantly think I got it and when I don't then I get too upset. I never seem to realize it's not ever going to just work, it's going to be all this give-and-take and maybe Im just not ready for all that. Im trin my best to just let things flow this time tho..and to keep my options open.

Anyway, it's not that bad. It could be worse. I just need to take things slower and let things develop naturally and be less of a "planner" with stuff like that, because quite frankly..you can't plan that shit.

In other news, Greger, Dougie and I painted the living room and mom's furniture is coming soon. Work is Work. School is School.

And Commy rules for letting C and I stay at his place in NYC.(the world needs to know that, even if it's just through my blog)

IM Quote of the Day:
crazylarry39: shit, after this, i could handle livin in a box in an alley
crazylarry39: as long as it's in south beach
crazylarry39: write that down dude, you can use that if you want

Peace and Pantlegs