"dude, you're going to be 30 in a month?" that's what i heard tonight. yep, i'll be 30 in a month. to be honest, i can't wait. this 29th year has been by far one of the absolute worst years of my life and i'll be glad to see it go. if i could take back years of my life they would be 12, 16, 21 and 29. 26 could fit in there somewhere, but it seems so non-existant next to those other years. this last year has left me bitter and i don't consider myself a "nice boy" anymore. i'm getting more cold and callous as the years zoom by.

i should probably stop typing. i'm in a "fuck you" kind of mood and i have reasons for it. i have to be the asshole. some might say that i'm good at it. the only thing is, is that i'm usually provoked into being an asshole. i'm cutting the line before it gets too involved. i don't like being the person who does this. but, i think it would be better for the other person. i tend to be reactionary rather than the person of action. i'm not the asshole type, but when pushed into a corner, i come out swinging with a vengence.

fuck it, i should go to bed. i'm full of salty tonight.

"the blood on your lips has that lipstick touch. and stolen bikes may ride faster, but you always get caught beneath the wheel. and it's this vibration that sets the precedent for good sensations. jump off the rides not taking you anywhere. it's not heroic. just break away."

"stolen bikes ride faster" -grade-