its peculiar.
i dont want to think bad thoughts, but i cant help it.
i think i was more of an assertive ass tonight.
one can never tell by themself.
did that make sense? no.
how am i spelling all this shit right?

um. i guess i'll call her and see how she doesnt have time for me.
i told you people get tired of me after a while of knowing me....

po says blogs are for pussys. or something to that effect.
to an extent thats kinda it.
like even wank was saying (i think) that you just hide behind the fucking screen.
its true.
you can be as brutal as you please.

that aint cool.
have the balls to call someone out in person.
or have the courtesy to not do it at all.

i feel like ass.
when i call her, im just gunna be like... damn. i need to go to bed now.
to which shed say.. thats good.
cuz i got my own shit goin on anyway.

i dont really care. even though it seems i do, i just want to know what the fuck is up with that rock on her finger.
and if shes playing me or not..