How one intense dream can bring back feelings you thought you shot & murdered 4 years ago.
Well at least the Sharks game was super fun with Stacy. Even tho they lost and the refs were shitty. My mom and I picked her up from Abby’s house in ghetto ass eastside San Jozey, you know it’s ghetto when you got streets named after nice places like Miami & Orlando. Chilled at my grama’s place, watched the new Degrassi & then took the lightrail for the first time in my life. I looked at the wrong schedule so we had to wait about 15 minutes longer than I wanted to. Only took 6 minutes. That’s hella surreal for me cuz I’m used to Downtown San Jo being 20 minutes away with good traffic.
Thankfully there were lots of others wearing teal n black so we didn’t feel alone. We had amazing seats we were at the end where the Sharks attacked twice….shitty reffing took a fun ass win away from my team but it’s all good it was fun.
I hope this week is good, I don’t know why I just really want it to be. I just watched the movie “It’s Kind of a Funny Story”, while the movie was positive at the same time it made me uber depressed. I almost feel like breaking down and crying just to get shit outta my system but if I do that it’ll fuck up my sinuses. & Also when I think about it, I have a really good life and I honestly have nothing to be that depressed about. I mean shit, I’m a white middle-class male. I could lose a few a lot of pounds and I could get my ass in gear and get my fucking license but shit, I have great friends, laptop, iPod, iPhone, beer in the fridge, my favorite baseball team are world champs. Fuck what’s there not to be thankful for?