After thinking it over for about 4 hours straight (more like 4 minutes, but whatever), I decided to keep me blog.
At first I thought I should delete all my previous posts and just start over, but something held me back.
I think I was inspired by Jack White when I say... 'I like holding on to little bits of me. Cos, when you put 'em all together, you realize how big of an importance they really are to you.'
And it makes sense, when you actually use more than 1% of you're brain to work it out.
It's like 'past-me'.
Why delete 'past-me'?
He's awesome because, when I'm old, have about 200+ followers, have 3million views from all 7 continents, and have about 600 posts, I'll look back to those first ones when I was completely stoned right out of my fucking head, and think 'fuck... me've come along ways.'
So, my little 'motivational' speech sounded like utter horseshit, but we're moving on to more personal things.
I love getting emails and comments from little fucks. I could read out roughly 20 right now. Some of them are long, detailed, and even go into details such as 'these are the ways in which I'd like to kill you, you racist piece of crap,' etc. FREEDOM OF MOTHERFUCKING SPEECH, you little butt-fucking shit-faced cow-bitch. Get used to it, or die a painfully slow death at the hands of us underground KKK members.
...So that was a bit horrid, crude, and mean but who cares? This is 2009... This is the Internet... People should be allowed to say whatever the fuck they wanna say... Talk however they wanna talk... Be whoever they wanna be... Age Permitting.
Here I am, hunched over my 17-year-old cousin Petra and trying to understand why a girl of her age and "MATURITY" has posters of 'Higschool Musical' and 'Bandslam' all over her wall (she even has fucking glow-in-the-dark stickers pasted everywhere... their like little eyes... searching... staring...killing...).
I was came over to her and her friends flat for a visit, cause apparently 'I'm her favorite cousin and she TOTALLY wants to hang out with me'. So, I'm here in the worst part of NYC and feeling like crap. Yes, when someone uses the word 'crap', it usually means they've broken up with someone... Or killed someone...
Yes, that's her - Beatrice Faulmer - 20 years old - Dark Brown hair - was crazy about her.
See, I don't mind SPLAYING my life out to the world wide web anymore cause it's just... WWW. And who cares if you all see it? I enjoy the attention... Really I do.
Basically, we were at this party, I got really drunk, she wasn't all that drunk cos she was feeling depressed for some reason. Anyways, I was standing over her with two of my boys, and one of them said (jokingly, of course), 'how's about we gang-rape her to get going'. I laughed, she got angry, tried to get up, I grabbed her by the arm to stop her from going, she shrieks, and I realized I've pulled a clump of her hair, and dislocated her wrist. I have no idea how that happened. I guess when people are drunk, their almost stronger than they know.
All I remember before passing out cold, was repeatedly saying 'sorry' 'sorry' 'sorry' with this innocent expression. As if I didn't know what I had just done.
Now, I'm here to stay for about a week or so, as my flat in Los Angeles was suddenly over-due on the contract and I was out in the cold.
Oh well, I'll get over it... Right? I mean, eventually people get over their girl-friends leaving you so badly. Let's just see what happens...
I've gone on leave from my job as assistant manager at The Vera Bar I work at and hopefully I'll find a place soon in Los Angeles so I can go un-leave and continue working. Pray for me. :)
