Sunday, August 28, 2005
Tonight's the night like Betty Wright. The finale of the PRIDE GP. It's gonna be the shit. I am so excited. Mostly cause a bunch of fools are coming over to my pad and we're gonna drink margaritas and eat pizza whilst watching the world's best combat athletes beat the shit out of each other for money. I don't think that, for me anyhow life get's any better then this.
Mike Sexton, Evil knows mike. That is, uhm no, it's neither weird nor unexpected. EVIL, what is/was he like. I never knew him as a person, just as an asshole. That last post, the one about Sexton. It was weak. Only cause i blamed him for what was really my fault. Ok, he vicked me. That's true, but i let him and i let it effect me for a long time.
One thing that i know is the the past isn't the future. If i woulda known that at the time then, i guess i wouldn't be in therapy and on pills and all sorts of shit. What i mean to say is that i am the one responsible for all of that shit. I could have let him do his worst, i could have told someone, i could have stabbed him first. I had options and the one that i chose was to be puss. Gotta learn to live with that. What is hard to live with is knowing all that i know now and all the mistakes that i made cause i fell into a pattern of being whooped on. Ugh, i hate to write about this gay stuff. Back to the GP...
It's gonna rule. I should have some pictures tomorrow. Maybe the next day...
let's see. well, here's what i remember about Sexton.
he was in the punk/alternative click at SRHS and hung out with some of the 'in crowd' i guess you'd call it. he was somewhat of a player with the ladies. i only hung out with him a few times around the school campus or at Papa Ron's across the street. don't think i ran into him much at shindigs and stuff. he was better friends with my younger sister and her small circle of hipster punk/gothic pals...
i got a picture of me and him standing in front of a crushed car the school brought in to scare the students about drunk driving. it was entirely weak and let me assure you i drink and drive comfortably and safely all the damn time.
w0rd.
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Mike Sexton, Evil knows mike. That is, uhm no, it's neither weird nor unexpected. EVIL, what is/was he like. I never knew him as a person, just as an asshole. That last post, the one about Sexton. It was weak. Only cause i blamed him for what was really my fault. Ok, he vicked me. That's true, but i let him and i let it effect me for a long time.
One thing that i know is the the past isn't the future. If i woulda known that at the time then, i guess i wouldn't be in therapy and on pills and all sorts of shit. What i mean to say is that i am the one responsible for all of that shit. I could have let him do his worst, i could have told someone, i could have stabbed him first. I had options and the one that i chose was to be puss. Gotta learn to live with that. What is hard to live with is knowing all that i know now and all the mistakes that i made cause i fell into a pattern of being whooped on. Ugh, i hate to write about this gay stuff. Back to the GP...
It's gonna rule. I should have some pictures tomorrow. Maybe the next day...
let's see. well, here's what i remember about Sexton.
he was in the punk/alternative click at SRHS and hung out with some of the 'in crowd' i guess you'd call it. he was somewhat of a player with the ladies. i only hung out with him a few times around the school campus or at Papa Ron's across the street. don't think i ran into him much at shindigs and stuff. he was better friends with my younger sister and her small circle of hipster punk/gothic pals...
i got a picture of me and him standing in front of a crushed car the school brought in to scare the students about drunk driving. it was entirely weak and let me assure you i drink and drive comfortably and safely all the damn time.
w0rd.
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