dealing with my shit

it comes to a point in your life,
when you just sit back and reminisce.
and a rush of nostalgia sweeps past you.
and you think to yourself,
home.

i swearrrrrr.
theres nowhere else i'd rather be
right now.

you would think tht a person with limited capacity for mobility will be bedbound
and simply,
useless.
ha.
not i!!
well at least i made it down the stairs w/out dying.
again.
haha.
pat and elliot jst called to say theyre coming over in 2hrs.
awwwwww.hw sweet.
pat's the sweetest thing i tell you!!
(:

i dont knw what to type anymore.
greg berendt's book is not workin anymore.
it used to, it really did.
but not anymore.
i tink i'd stick to distracting myself with hot hot evan and occupy my time tking care of jonnie's face.
take all the responsibility i brought upon myself
and deal with it,
till i settle all the shit i did,
i won't give time to bother about you.
isnt that just wad you want?