if feel bad

i realize that this blog is slacking
and that i enjoy reading my writing.
so i'm writing again
to have more entries.
cause big numbers make me feel secure.

i found a love hidden in a corner of my heart.
didn't know it was there before
but now its in every space.
no more room for fear or doubt,
just blood filled with love being pumped all throughout.
just stop worrying
and save your tears.
hold my hand and know that this will all be over.
"do you trust me?"

okay, i'm really going to bed now.

.goodnightmeeko.

-Lnk-

its already tomorrow/am i a prick?

so just got home from dropping off Rios.
i'm tired.
i have a headache.
and tonight was great.
love talking to him and its always intellectual.

got some gas on the way home and ran into some people.
they were all driving ford rangers
save some dude in a blacked out car
that they were all standing around poking and prodding at with sticks.

mind you this is at 2 am.

so i go to pay for my gas
and one dude is practically screaming through the door about which mountain dew he wants.
he's directing the attendee to which one he wants.
this is one of those gas stations where after 12 you can't come in,
you have to order from the side.

which is stupid,
but i digress.

so after he finally leads the attendee to the correct beverage
he comments
"God d***! What an a$$ hole. Stupid a$$."
he looks at me,
i smile.

i wait for this dude and his friend to pay for their drinks and smokes
and i pony up the cash for my gas.
i walk to my truck and hear some unrecognizable country music being blared from the ranger next to me.

i pump away looking forward to heading home and sleeping.

he points at my truck,
"I can get the white plates for those."

huh?
for your meters. look i have mine done.
oh cool (me trying to be convincing at 2:30 am)
i also do headliners.
oh nice.
i install this part for 150 or this part for 50.
oh cool man. (both parts look the same to me...did i already say i know nothing about truck interiors?!?)
so yeah man i can do it for ya.
thanks let me get your number. (my attempt at ending this interaction asap but still wanting to look sincere)
yeah call me anytime. i work extensively on rangers.
[friend #2 steps in] you need powdering?
yeah he does powdering real well.
uhhh no? (once again, no idea what he's asking me)thanks though, i'll hit you up.
[looks at my truck]
damn that's crispy as f*ck. where'd you get it?
(i have no idea what crispy means as i only use that word when describing KFC's delicious chicken)
hialeah.
k man be easy.
you too.

i drive away and thank God that was over.

i'm such a hater.
get to bed kids.
stop driving around, fixing your cars
blaring your AWFUL music, yelling at gas station attendants
and GO HOME!!

i assume you live somewhere so why don't you do what everyone else is doing and sleep.
it might help get rid of that odor your body seems to be caked in.

i'm just saying.
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i don't like people yelling at other people
and i don't like people pointing at my truck.

taking the Lord's name in vain ain't cool either.

you ain't touching my truck.

.i'mcrankycausei'mtired.

-Lnk-


this post is for you my dear. thanks for letting me know i'm a slacker