Somewhere between the here and there I got lost. I made a wrong turn or didn't go far enough. Maybe I went too far. I don't even know who would know. Whatever I did wrong to mess up the directions doesn't matter anymore. I'm already where I'm supposed to be. Maybe it's not quite where I wanted to be, but I'm here. I felt kind of lost at first, but I know which way is North. South is the other way. And that is all I need to know or care to know at this point.

I don't even know what to say anymore. I've got this here thingy. You're reading what I wrote. How cool we both are.

There is a new episode of Weeds on tonight. I like that show a whole lot. I'm excited for a new season of Dexter and Californication. Everybody likes to shame things. Honestly.

I still haven't made my mind up about school. I don't know what I want to do about all that. I really don't want to pass this opportunity up and I probably won't. Most sales jobs require a college degree and 3-5 years minimum experience in sales. I could have the degree, but the 3-5 years sales experience? I don't have that. And those jobs pay less than this one will from the start. I'm really not too concerned about having a degree. It doesn't say shit. What I have been thinking about doing is taking a few night classes and finishing my degree up as I please. I'd still like to have a degree. I don't want to be one of the many people I know who dropped out and gave up. But I guess my situation is a little different, to the ring of $50k a year plus commission. I don't want to feel like these past few years have been a waste of time. But looking back they really haven't been.

I've had a lot of fun, haha. A lot of fun doesn't even cover what I've done. Fuck the frat boys. They couldn't come close to the things we've done. I guess its not all that cool to brag about killing your body, but I partied way harder than any of those fags. In the end it doesn't matter how much we've killed our bodies though. Because we're already dead. We just don't know it yet.

Set us free. Dance with the crowds.

A few weekends ago, I went home. Maybe it was a month ago, but thats besides the point. All that matters is it was a while back. Anyways, I went to dinner with my friend. He noticed my uppity manner. He asked me if I was high. I wasn't, but I felt stoned as hell. As of lately that is how things have been. I have felt high as hell. I feel like I've taken a little of all the drugs I have done in my life at once. I'm not complaining at all, believe me. But thanks. I thought I was sad there for a while but I'm not. I have no reason to be. I wake up and take a shower every morning. I listen to myself speak all the time. It's beautifully blissful. I'm good at what I do. And exactly what that is, I do not know. But I've got something good and worthwhile. Hopes held high.

Hellfire, you're wrong. Our hopes have held high. Hellfire, you're wrong, our hopes will not die. But your proud wings, won't carry you home. Trickled down, to the valley below, heart of snow. Let go let go. But your sad wings, won't fly you home, no more.

I'm on a roll with posting. I think to commemorate this roll, I am going to roll up a $100 bill and blow through a handful of ambien later tonight. I'll let you know how many I get through tomorrow.