today, i realized i can stand up all by myself.
then i fell down.
then it occurs to me, i have things of relevence to myself to drone endlessly about.
i havent been able to get ahold of cecil in forever... wonder if she wants to talk to me? why is it so hard to get kayla to talk to me at all? does she want to? did she find someone else? did they both? interesting...
it frustrates me to no end that i cant meet people from this site unless i already knew them. like hannada. who moved away anyway. but shell be come back for a while. after all its summer.
i should talk to colby. i want my cds back. and a band.
i havent seen my mother since....two days before last christmas. hope she didnt relapse again. if they take paris away...itll be very hard to have a sister. what with jill living in montana. i havent seen jill in about three years.
im recording with matt in two to three weeks. good times.
when most of your friends are of the opposite sex, you may find yourself in a state of severe emotional confusion, one day. on the bright side, i found some people in this hick town i can tolerate. in some cases........t
NO ONE WANTS TO LET ME HAVE A JOB!!!! NO ONE!!!! WHAT THE FUCK??? if i dont have a job, i cant pay my insurance, therefore i have no LIFE, wich will make it exceedingly difficult to move the fuck OUT, wich is a PRIORITY. THE priority.
right, so i should fill this out then. WELL...summers here, kids. time for kj to sit around the house, moping around the internet and trying to be a better guitar player than joe satriani while simultaniously trying to be about as evil as voltaire. good luck.
im working for this nutty old guy up my street, cutting shit down. he reminds me very much of ed gien. how sweet. but he doesnt have people-skin furnature...so works not as exiting as it could be. I may become employed at our local hick-town marketplace. how fun. minimum wage for life. great. if there are any openings at the pizza place, im goona be all up in that shit. i would make an exellent pizza dude. i just have to ease off the godamn mufukin profanity. fuck.
today, i made a cake. its my little half-brothers birthday. the cake is blue, and has fishes on it. not my idea. fuckit, he likes cake, and i made him one. not bad for a broke ass.