nice. nice. nice.

so i'm just sitting here. so many thoughts flowing through my head. you couldn't begin to imagine what state of mind i am in right now.

so i just ate a choco pie. of all the thoughts flashing by, that's the one i reached out and caught. and by "catching" i have no idea what i'm talking about.

i just want to do something. we're (me and mingie) are so bored we don't know what to do. the weather is dreary. the pool is closed...we don't live near the lake...man. if i was back in augusta, regardless of weather, i would have spent this whole week at the lake. i miss the lake. it was def one of my favorite things about augusta...the lake.

so many thoughts. what to catch next. sometimes my nose flares...wtf. where are these thoughts coming from. mingie is trying to jerk right now. FAIL. but it's ok. she gets an A for effort...why do they say A for effort when effort clearly starts with an E...

next thought. why do singers always sing about cheating? ok. so i know they always talk about killing and being gangster and pimpin hoes and shit. but when you talk about cheating, you're just a fucker. you kill someone, you might make ppl scared. you are gangster, you might get some respect. you pimp hoes, people might...ok idk. but when you talk about cheating, you're just a bitch.

wtf. am i talking about. nothing i said above makes sense. am i going to post this? yes.