bitched on 2004-12-31 @ 2:12 p.m.
Joel still pisses me off with that whole him and Hilary Duff crap. Damn dude this song I’m listening to is way deep. I mean I used to listen to it all the damn time and be like damn that’s true for me too. But it wasn’t as bad… Now it is. It’s called
Emotionless and right now it’s my theme song for the end of 2004. I need to let go and forget about my dad. He’s not coming back, so why bother to think about him? He doesn’t care about me. I’m 20 years old and I’m acting like I’m 5 years old with a daddy. Wah, wah man. I need to shut up. Okay…
Bandit was being such a turd this morning, he wouldn’t come inside! He kept running from me and he hopped up on my jeans and left a mud print. All his toes are there. Actually it’s gone now but at the time I was so pissed. That little brat.
Time for the big question. What to do for New years? Well, personally I’d rather make it a blockbuster night. Seriously, I don’t want to go out. And I’m only 20 so why bother anyways? It’s either go to a gay ass party with a bunch of babies or go out to an 18 and over club and watch enviously as everyone else “of age” sips their drinks. Bastards, all of them. Marci wants to do something so I bet I get conned into doing something, but than again I mean it’s New years! Where is my sense of spirit!? I think I left it back in High School, seriously. I’m living in the past man, my glory days are so over and yet I can’t accept it. Well, I mean I acknowledge it, I just can’t deal with it. I miss the way things used to be for me. Snap my fingers and the boys would come running. I don’t even think I know how to snap my fingers anymore… Not to mention the fact that if I snapped my fingers the only person to come running would be my damn dog Bandit.
I still have the dream to dance like a mad woman in Time Square on new years eve/day. I have a dream… And I’m sticking to it until it is fulfilled. I’ll come back as a damn ghost if I have to!
Yeah so everyone got to go home… Why hasn’t MY boss come to say we can jet. Ugh. Whatever… So my New years resolution is simple… Don’t give up. In anything. That’s all. I don’t have high expectation for the new year so I’m relatively ready for anything. Why? Because I’m not
expecting anything to happen this year. Except maybe for Jessica’s summer arrival. She better come or I’m going to S.C. and dragging her ass over here.
Other than that I plan to reinvent myself mentally and physically. I won’t say I’m going to get skinny again because that is a bunch of bull shit. I love food and I will forever stay faithful to my one and only sin… Food. But I plan of changing my hair to the picture above of
mandy moore. It’s my dream hair and hopefully it can be done to someone like me. I really hope so, I’m praying so –no, I’m BEGGING. I wonder if it could happen…
My parting words for 2004?
WE’RE GOING STREAKING!!!
–-Frank aKa Frank-the-Tank, aKa Big Cat //Old School//
With an X and an O I’m out like whoa,
…elena
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