The working title is Byrd Johnson : Nothin’ Else to Do on the Weak End. (And by working title, I mean I haven’t told or asked anyone’s permission…but my heart’s set on it)
I…bought yet another journal…even though I have plenthy that aren’t finished.
This is my 3rd attempt at this entry in 2 weeks. I’ve been feelin neglected by everyone that remotely matters, and can’t get rid of everyone else.
Oh, but me and Denise are friends again. Yay. She said B. was a bastard for what he did. She’s right.
I’m listening to Chrisette Michele’s Mr. Radio…and it reminds me that I haven’t been to Hawaii in a while. Nor have I been leid.
My apartment looks like a bat cave…I packed half my stuff up not cause I know where I’m goin…but because I know I’m goin. *Sighs*
This is bullshit!!! I’m lonely…but I can’t think of anyone that I wanna be bothered with!!! WTF is this shit???
Chrisette Michele’s cd is the bomb, good tast and Lady bird has nothing on you, u’d make a great first lady
Comment by Torrance Stephens bka All-Mi-T — March 26, 2008 @ 1:34 pm
Why are you lonely? You appear flawless.
Comment by Don — March 31, 2008 @ 6:27 pm
*Sighs* Either way, I think I’m getting over it.
Comment by Krisaela — April 2, 2008 @ 2:36 am