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Sunday - Feb. 25, 2007
- 6:34 AM - PST
- #17
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Life doesn’t always work out the way
you like. Why? Because Life holds
grudges against everyone. As soon as
you fuck up, forget about it.
Sometimes you’re screwed before you
even know what Life is, that’s when it
really sucks. It’s better if you just take
the blows, suck it up, and keep
pushing forward, right? Maybe if I can
find a place, a small little Utopia for
myself where no one can find me,
everything will work out. That way I’ll
have no one to come and throw a
wrench in my plans and dreams. I
wont have to worry about fucking
"friends" spreading lies to make them
look good at my expense. Yeah, yeah.
Just for a little while, like a few years
or something. If I conform to the
habits like those of bears, I can learn
how to eat a shit load and then
hibernate all of winter so that the
years go by even faster. That’ll work
right? If you can hide from Hitler,
Mom, murderers, and animals, you can
hide from Life, right? Finding and
amazing hiding spot in hide and seek
was always one of my childhood
fortes. So the hiding part, that’ll be
easy. Unfortunately, I sucked at
capture the flag so locating my Utopia
might pose a slight problem.
What the fuck am I saying? I only get
five hours of sleep a night and I eat
like an elephant. How the hell am I
supposed to sleep for two straight
months?
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Monday - Feb. 19, 2007
- 11:05 PM - PST
- #14
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Today at work, a cute guy came in.
Regular old blue jeans, weekend t-
shirt, tan skin, on the lean side, hair
not too short but short enough to not
worry about any product. He didn't
carry himself like a c***y hotshot but
at the sametime, looked confident. He
spoke to me in perfect english with a
thick Italian accent. I barely could even
focus on what he was saying. I smiled,
made his drink, and thanked him. My
eyes followed him as he left the store,
knowing he'd never know what I
thought of him and how I'd probably
never see him again. All I did was
watch him silently from afar. Story of
my life.
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