OO NA NA

WAS MY MANE. OO NAA NAAAA, WAS MY NAME.

I'm at it again, breaking things with no rhyme or reason. Trying hard and sincerity arent enough for me, I need to be someone else, seems to work better. I hate the phone. I hate text (although I love print). I hate distance and the impossible.

Out with the Marshall

In with the sweet life. New place coming soon. Best news in a looong while too. Got me a HOT hunnie that I can talk to... THAT I CAN TALK TO. She even laughs at my terrible terrible jokes (or at me, which is 90% of the purpose of the joke) Just so happy right now donno it's feeling good.

When and where... and why, plus run on sentences, by law, not by ear.

When I get a severe(!) buzzzzz going, shit gets done! Instead of going A to B to INFINITY, things seem sequential. Other sequential and alwas disappointjing things in my life seem to be taking a turn for the bomb diggid-ty. For some GODSENT reason, I met thee cutest girl I've ever seen in my life at work like a month ago, but that's not te reason for this whole shit, the reason for this other nounthatisntasoffensive is that she wanted to talk to me! ME! Throwing it away like "yeah sure what do you get out of this dare" situation, I got the unexpected and irreparable arrow sent in a text message form... ugh! I hate you text, but I love that you give me these chances... ANYWAY. There's this hella dope girl from Chico that seems to dig me, and well no shit I dig her, she's got it all, including some unfortunate remnants of me. Man-o-man things are so dope for me right now, PSYCHE, but they are in this field. I just hope my crumbling health and monetary status don't destroy this one tiny(LOLOOLOLOOLOL she's small) golden Rumpelstiltskin thread of complete undeserving serenity. Now time to take this retard strength and do like 400 pushups and clean everything I own!

holyyyy shit

I forgot how much fun it was to go to partys ALONE. I can't stress the aloe part. Yeah sure, eye candy is nice to bring along for appearances, but who are you kidding, I'm eye candy enough for guys and gals! I proved it time and time again, and tonight was no different. In the past, I just used parties to talk to people I was trying to court and find out their true self, but now, fuck it. I'll keep those interactions separate to one on one encounters! A wild Rachel has appeared!

But, f'realz........... solo is the way to GO. No looking after cunts, no monopolized time, and freedom to talk to anyyyyyone.

fuuuuuck

i need a 40 and a bag of cheetos, stat

I'm in an inexplicable and unwarranted good mood today, what the fuck yes.

I think it's THE KNIFE, or maybe that the elephant in one of my rooms got eaten last night.

I've had this reoccouring nightmare

That I was loved for who I am...

Do they sell rockets for ass shaking? I need to do some serious ammounts of it, and soon. Hell, it might even be too late already. What to do when you like someone, alot, alot alot, but don't have the facilities to be, yes just be, with them? Physicality is a giant part of my giant self, and an equal part of the giant... NOT giant other piece, when deprived, frustration ensues and fuck, might as well walk away.

FRIENDS?

Now I'm not saying that the love of my life has fallen into my hands, but shit it feels like a good thing. Now, when someone's hanging by a thread from the edge of a cliff, doing their damndest to hold onto their dignity and life, what would a friend do? Throw knifes at you and hope you fall, yep, that's what they'd do. Time to cut some fat and get things rolling with pretty princess that goes by _____.... If I haven't died from a femur through the heart yet.