Damn.. I hella don't know what to say anymore. Am I losing my touch? I'm desperate for inspiration and the freedom to say what's truly on my mind.

I can't even throw back a few brews to loosen me up. Fuuuck.

Am I really gonna celebrate my 21st birthday in shambles? In peaceful, normal, SOBER SHAMBLES? What the hell is going on here? I keep reaching into the past, looking for answers.. and still nothing. 

Women are never ever satisfied.  

The stress is over. Summer is finally here! I really need to just take a minute, breathe, and thank God. ...wow. You know I like my privacy; however, the occasion definitely calls for some under-the-bus throwing. 

I. Am. Happy.

Ahh yes, the most unattainable emotion of them all: happiness. It's been years since Never in my life have I felt this way about someone. Ever. It's not just the feeling but the full-on 109384029385098696% reciprocity throughout the entire relationship. Remember all my bitching and moaning about karmic retribution? This is it. In full digital surround sound and stereo where available.

Alcohol is ruining brightens up my life!

Ok as if Friday night wasn't enough, my ass got peer pressured into drinking again last night. Haha, "Peer pressured".. that's such a monkey ass excuse.

Weeeak.

[Edit]

What a fucking weekend. & Spring break ain't even for another three weeks!

..I left my 40 at the apartment. Shit.

I had an entry up about five minutes ago but I deleted it 'cause it was too depressing. And I'm not depressed. So fuck that.

Slightly hungover but still in the best mood ever. Went out with the girls last night. We was off that 151 and my man Cap'n Mo. Only in the bay can you walk around with a blunt and a bottle, get drunk like we did and get away with it. So spoiled we are.