The Trials and Tribulations of being an irrecoverably jaded Rogue Christian

In every circle of friends, there’s a whoreeeeeee.

So I’m back. I was WAS on holiday a while back and I went on a road trip, it pretty much involved walking alot on the beach when the sun was blistering and walking alot on the beach when it was the dead of night, driving alot around the half of the country, the near burning of a bridge and an old, drunk Irish man trying to have a one night stand with me. Overall, it had pros and cons, maybe more cons.

 C’mon, stick around, we’ll see how it ends. Get the money and RUN! And meet me at the parking lot. BANG BANG SHOOT ‘EM UP!

I’ve been pretty much busy since I came back from the road trip. If it’s not band practice, it’s college, if not lazing around, it’s sleeping, I guess. There are too many days in a week and not enough hours in a day. PR event is coming up on Friday… and we all know, according to Ms. Naive, Friday SPELLS D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R.

Let it go, there’s no way you can change me now.

Today, I would like a word about all you little girls out there. When I say little girl, I mean the girls who are around my age, not the pedo version. And when I say little girls, I mean you, you, you, possibly you, and you, no, not you, you’re ugly! The one behind you. Oh yeah, you too.

Ok, all the you(s) are really regarding individual people that I have in mind.

If you’re some random person or see some resemblance to yourself, then take it in or whatever. Do what you want.

Shut your mouth and get down on the floor.

Anyway, first of all, yeah you, I do admit that I miss you, I really miss you, I haven’t talked to you in six months, you light coloured chocolate Asian. I should actually be forgetting about you, it’s normal if I forget. C’mon! 5 years! I must be some fucked up psycho stalker crazy. I still love you, yeah, and yeah it’s unfair that I’m interested in other girls, it’s unfair to me that I’m still in love with you, it’s unfair to them cause it makes me a mental cheater. You’re the biggest tease I’ve ever known. After this year it’ll be 6 years, my god. You would think I’d get sick of it. I have no idea where you are right now, what you’re doing, who you’re doing with, and etc.

All you girls always think of yourselves never good enough for this guy, this random guy, I frankly don’t give much of a fuck what his name is, his name is either Jon, Allan, Daniel, and whatever English names I can’t think of right now(yeah, I always lose out to guys with English names). It’s funny, you never think of yourself good enough to be loved when there’s always somebody much nicer, gentler, someone you probably go to after your break-up and he treats you like a Goddess just to make you feel better and then you, yeah, you know. If you don’t know well, in that situations that somebody who’s much nicer and etc ends up alone. Not alone like I’m-alone-at-the-bus-stop, alone like I’m-alone-at-home-tonight-and-in-one-minute-my-pants-will-be-off-in-front-of-the-computer. Or maybe the nicer guy just doesn’t know that you could use a friend, get it? Got it? If you don’t thennnn you’re a dumbshit read it again.

Yeah, so that’s what I pretty much want to say. For now.

“John, Let me go! I can’t conjugate myself.” – John, Let me go by Sondre Lerche.