HUGE CO…rooster

Monday, 22 April 2002

yeah so i cleaned my room and did laun­dry.

yeah and my mom asked me if i was sa­tan­ic the oth­er day. she meant it too. i think she just as­sumes the worst since i don’t live at home un­der her pro­tec­tive wing. its bor­ing un­der a pro­tec­tive wing, i’d rather go ex­plor­ing. i’m not a lit­tle chick any more. i am a HUGE CO…rooster. she missed me and loves me, i knowiknow. i take it for grant­ed i am sure. but hell, if i don’t go ex­plor­ing, i will be even lamer than i am now. plus she is still there when i need her the most. i don’t take that for grant­ed. some­times when i write this i feel like doo­gie hows­er m.d. but i’m not a tool like he was. my laun­dry needs dry­ered so i’m out for now. 

talked to mol­ly and i (can’t do it) still feel like shit. is it me that needs fig­ur­ing out or does she need to fig­ure her­self out? how do i care for some­one that doesn’t care about them­self?

i’m ob­vi­ous­ly wrong about some things and miss­ing oth­ers.


Sunday, 17 February 2002

JPW is over and mom had a good time. I bought a new sketch­book to­day, my old one is full. I think I am go­ing to burn it.