| Welcome to Toronto, this is my life.. |
[05 Dec 2006|07:45am] |
So, here I am, following orders and getting a journal. My dad, being the wise, well educated psychiatrist that he is told me that I have anger issues, and that getting a journal like the rest of you smug idiots would cool me down a bit. I mean, moving me into a new country because daddy boy got himself a new job, and a new whore, couldn't be a good enough reason for me to be pissed off. No, that's too crazy.
Ive probably moved a good dozen times in the passed year and a half to totally different points of the country. From Miami to Hartford, Cali to Michigan, Oregon to San Francisco..now he has to move us all the way up here. Into some whack country where people spend most of their time changing rules in some of the best sports (football) and getting fucked rather then having a REAL good time. Fucking whack jobs.
Enough about my loser dad. The name is Dean. 18 is the age, and 12th grade will be the grade I'll be transferring into. Not that I really give two shits about school. I've already flunked out twice and i'll just end up skipping or getting kicked out before too long, again. That is just how my cards always seem to play out, and I'm happy about that. I dont need an education for what I do. Lets just say.. if you need anything, I'm your man. You name it, i'll have it. As soon as I figure out all the connections out here anyway. Shouldnt take too long.. Everywhere is the same.. Just look for the party.
I've been thinking about just saving the hassle and dropping out. Taking the big GED test and opening my own garage. (Which one i've found since ive moved here and got hired into.) I think cars are my one true love. Women? They're too much trouble. Too whiney, too self-involved, and need too much attention. What happened to the un-materialistic, lets just chill and have fun kind of girls? Everyone is too into commitment and being tied down, and that is the complete opposite of what I need, or want. Fuck that.

So i'm already bored of this piece of shit thing. If you need to get ahold of me, or want to chill.. heres my AIM. Drop me a line.
NotyourxPuppet Dean
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