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| - Bong Tokin' Alcoholics (go listen to the song at full volume and you'll see how fucking pissed I am at the world) "o and u arent even worth it so fuck you !!!!" -I got that from the last comment on my last post, when I didn't do anything to the person that said it. This is why I'm fucking done with xanga, I'll shut it down by the end of the month. I love that I post so much shit on here, but never tell the darkest truth you all barely even know about. It's my life, and if it kills me, so be it -Moffett | | |
| - Bad Habits Not much, but it's all I got.
Well, I've yet to do anything. Jordan lost her phone so I won't be talking to her until school starts. Jenn Glock's back but I have no way to hang out with her. No time to go to Ben's since he has summer school. And I can't get my liscense because my mom's counting my hours, and even though I've had my learner's since april, she says I have 4 hours! BULL FUCKING SHIT!!!!! I'm starting to think she likes to watch me suffer. But she'll see, once she has a cardiac arrest from eating the shit she does (she's 53yrs old, 5'2" and 215lbs.)
Well, it's not like I could hang out with anybody since nobody really wants to except Ben. He calls all the time asking, but I'm busy when he's free and I'm free when he's busy. Fucking bullshit.
I knew summer would suck, but damn! No idea it would be this bad. I'm tired of it already. Well, actually I've been tired of it after the first week (which to me, felt like a month). I keep referring back to the last time I made out with somebody, which was the last day of school, but I keep saying "it was months ago, almost a year ago." People ask when and I'm like "oh, the last day of school" and they go "uh, that was about a month ago." I remember a year ago I'd never had a real girlfriend and I hadn't kissed anybody since June 14th, 2003, day after 8th grade. (If you ask me why I remember that it's because I was kissed that night, and didn't even hardly touch another girl until September 2004.
Ya know, it's probably in the previous entries of my xanga. Because I started the xanga in May 2004. I'm one of those "elder" members of xanga. That means I've had no life long before you ever did. But take a look at it now! I'm still sitting on a computer typing bullshit.
My mom tells me I should get out and find a job. Well how the fuck can I do that if I can't drive and she's busy working so she can't drive me?! Fucking dumb bitch, I keep telling her that and she just always denies it. So I remain poor.
Well Whitney's not comming up, should've expected it. Not going on vacation for the 4th year in a row. Actually I can't remember, that's just an estimate since every 3-4months feels like a year these days.
Hopefully me, Mike Masko, Ross Bollinger, and Rob Lord are all going to Ocean City from the 2nd to the 7th. But I doubt I'll be able to go because my mom likes to ruin things like that since she thinks I'm a bad kid and all. The way it is to her is: If one person has any say against me, they're instantly right and I'm a liar. All because of one fuck up with alcohol and she finds out my drug record. She just said "bye" to my bro and sis as she walked out the door and ignored me. Note that I hate living here. Shit, I'm 16 and I still sound like a 13 year old with problems. That's how fucked up it is.
Well tomorrow's the last day of my rehab. Question is, is it worth going back to drugs or not? I don't know, all depends if I'm pushed far enough to get back on them. Because life's so much easier on them, it's when you're sober that life's a bitch. But hey, I'm sober now, addicted or not! We'll see, if my parents pressure me too much, if my brother and sister are treated better, if I never leave the house, I'll be pushed back onto them. I don't have to worry about school because random perscription pills make school easy, and people talking shit? Well, I'm tired of that this year, and I made some people notice I was tired of it at the end of this school year.
Well I think I'm gonna lay off the journal since nobody ever reads this but 2 or 3 people. And I'd rather them "ask me how I'm doing" then have me type up a fucking page memo on what's been going on.
I urge you to read all my entries (takes about 1hour 45min) and see how this is actually the best I've been doing since I got off drugs and drinking (even though I somewhat regret getting off them).
To the last journal entry, goodbye.
Peace out, for good, my niggers,
-MOFFETT
P.S. Fuck the world, there is no God! | | |
| - King Klick Well, here's another one.
Shout out to Jordan Mullins.
Fuck your pention, if you're paid pay attention! To what? I don't know. I'm getting back into my philisophical state of mind because I never see a friendly face anymore. Actually, not even a face! I'm never leaving the house. Fucking sucks. All I do is lift. Bench max is 260 but I'm trying to work up to 265 or even 270. And now all the pussy varsity football players (yes, over half of them are pussies) are spreading rumors saying I'm on steroids all because I'm stronger than them and I refuse to play football!
Well, still single, always single, will stay single. Nobody has me in mind and I have nobody in mind. Fuck it, I give up with it now.
Music's all I do, all I listen to. So I quote D-Loc in super-fast rapping form like in the song "King Klick"
"D, D, dash, dash, Double-O Trouble, Double-O dash, I, will, bust that ass, y'all motherfuckers watch yo back! Ddoubledashtrydoubleotroublewhenyoupassmethemicwho'sreadyfortherumble? Y'allknowwhat'supforthatKingspadecliqueyouknowmeD-Lochasbroughtthisshit.ProtectyoneckgetbrokedownquickandIdon'tgiveafuckifyouthinkyouslick. Dog, Idon'tgiveafuckifyouthinkyouhardcuzy'allmotherfuckerswillgetscarred. CutyouupquickyouknowtheGinsumasterandeverybodyknowIgoalittlefaster. Slicin', Dicin', Cut you up, know Shakey Bones has called you up!"
Recording my CD this Saturday maybe, but Monday deffinately. Whitney might not even come up because she's been sick. And I'm probably not going on vacation because my parents don't feel like it. So it's official, none of you will see me until freshmen orientation at the school, or maybe just the first day of school. Either way, I have nothing to post, and won't have anything until the first week of school is over, so I'll get back at this in a month and a half.
Peace out my lower form of the black community,
-Moffett | | |
| "Why, won't, they, just, let, me, be? It's, a, high, so-ci-e-ty!" - 1
Well, same shit, different day is the way I'm living. "Waking up everyday in the afternoon". - 1 No current philosophies, no current movements, power to the people in my freedom of word is all I can say, and I'll keep doing this shit every fucking day. Lifted last night, first time since Wednesday.
Wrote a few more songs. Track listing so far is... (in alphabetical order)
5 Years
Black Seas, Red Skies
Different Carroll County
Familiar Ghost
Fuck What Ya Heard
I Can't Believe
I'm Never Gonna Stop
Myself
This is For.....
Voices
Welcome to the War
Wind Blows
CD still needs a fuck load of work. I'd say, I'm done about 24% of it. Latest release date would be December, earliest would be September. Fuck it, rhyming's all I got, "repping Suburban Noize". - 1
Slowed down with the dipping, Jenn Glock is helf responsible for that. She want to hang out more, and so do I, but I can't help that my fucking bitch ass parents won't let me drive, so I gotta wait until I'm 18 for my liscense. But I'll get it then, "cruising in my ride, doing about 85". - 6 Other than that, I'm not seeing anybody until school starts up again.
4th of July sucked, didn't do anything. 3rd was my cousin's party, that was fun, got a little drunk, but not smashed, just enough for fun. Ran out of Mint dip, have a small bit of Peach left. Got a full can of Berry, and mighty fuck do I hate that shit. "Nicotine, I'd rather smoke some green." - 3 It's all I used to do back in the day, but all I want now is my new Skoal Peach and my good old mint. So somebody help me out here.
Well weight training at the school starts tomorrow, Ed Fulton expects to see me there, so I'm only gonna go to see him, help other people lift, and for the running at the end. Jennings hasn't bulked up like me. Last summer we were lifting together, maxing on the bench around 210-220, now I'm at 260, and he's still down around 230, so I gotta help him desperately. No job, "you'll be off to work and I'll be on my way" - 1because I'm stuck in my damn house.
Other than that, just eating, sleeping, dipping and lifting, "oh lord, it's a dawg's life". - 1
No girls, havn't messed around with any for months either, so I guess I'll just lay off that shit for the summer. "That's life, that's the way it goes, laying down laws and taxing ho's. Sometimes I can't take no more, always leaving shows through the back door." - 1
That's all I gotta say. All quotes were courtesy of Kottonmouth Kings, Albums: 1 = Royal Highness,3 = High Society, 6 = Fire it Up.
Peace out, once again,
-Moffett | | |
| I'm Back.
Well, summer. IT FUCKING SUCKS!!!!! Don't get me wrong, I love the heat and not having to deal with people's bullshit, but I'm bored off my ass. I only get in the recording studio like, once every 3 weeks or so. And that's all I do.
Hopefully Whitney (read about her in August 2004's entries) is comming up near the end of July.
Don't really talk to anybody anymore since they all get paid from jobs or drive or go hang out with friends over the summer while I eat, sleep, lift, and dip. Speaking of dip, I'm doing about half a can a day, which is seriously fucking up my gums. I wake up in the morning and for no aparent reason, my jaw hurts like hell in the front gum line.
Well, I have 10 songs written, 9 have beats, 3 need to be touched up in the studio, and 2 are completely done. I need to make more beats and some insight on how good the songs are, so hit me up sometime. Matter of fact, fuck it. Not like people are reading this. Just got my internet back today, who the hell would read this? Well, nobody ever called like I asked, shows how much it matters, but I don't really give a fuck. I'll leave on a quote from my song "Black Seas, Red Skies".
"As I walk through the valley and the shadow of death,
I'm the only one put on earth with nobody left."
Peace out my niggers,
-Moffett | | |
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