So, since she an't here and i'm all by my lonesome - where's rikcy nelsom? - i thought i"d put up pictures of this girl that i'm all infatuated with or whatever.

( least i'm not so drunk that i forget how to ljcut )

im dead if Zach catches me on his computer again. i swear. Anywya I feel like a giant load of rcap coz of those kids i busted coz the one's a good kid, an I'm tired and just in a shitty mood. And my face hurts.

</end emo>

Worst. Night. Ever.

I'm taking my time writing this, because if I don't, then you won't even be able to read this shit, later. I go into work last night, and it's no big deal. Just like every other night. Except my little buddy's there, the weird one with the herion problem that never bugs me. As much as I hate kids that do drugs, this one's kind of okay. A little pathetic, with the eyeshadow and the fishnets on his arms and the whole deal, but okay.

But there's this OTHER kid. His name's Frank, I think. And he's a junkie, too. Problem is, he's a fucking weasel about getting his junk INTO Northstar, and shooting up while he's here. Which is totally against every fuckin policy and rule we have.

Well, Frank and Wil met yesterday afternoon or some shit, and ended up shooting up TOGETHER in one of the rooms, and then proceeded to do things that I ain't at liesure to alk about on my journal, lest there be underage eyes erading.

Okay, they fucked. Which, okay. Do your thing at your house where I don't have to come in and find you all naked and gross with BLOOD and other shit that I have to clean up. Yes, you read right. I get to clean up after two teenagers get their naked on at my place of work. I mean, I don't go to their alley and jerk off on their box or whatever, do I? NO. Because that's gnarly and a total invaasion of privacy or whatever.

So maybe it's an invasion of mtheir privacy for me to go into the room that they were in, but,.,, it's still a public place, right? Yeah.

Pissed off, me.

So their both under the supervision rule now, that they can't be alone, or alone with each other. Which is okay and I can deal, but OMGWTF I wanted to beat those little fucks senseless. Probably not a good thing, in my line of work.

So apparently i've turned into agirl, and fell in love with someone that I barely know. So what the fuck. I talk to her on AIM a lot, because she's in friggin eurpoe or whatever, but I can't wait to see her again. Is that stupid? Is it possible? or am I just rnning on not enough sleep, too much work with FUCKING JUNKIES wtfman, and hi, getting forked in the arm by some fuckin methhead. I don't mind working nights, it's oky, but that's when all the druggies come out,a nd i swear they all gravitate to ME. Because I'm awesome or something.

Wait.

GODDAMN RIGHT I'M AWESOME.

Except for that whole bieng in love thing, which i'm nto really even sure aI am yet. I just kinda can't stop thinking about her or whatever, which is WEIRD because she's not my type. I mean, she' slike ME and that's just all kinds of weird. And, what if we had sex? would it belike fucking myself? AGH AGH AGH.

I love to jerk off. Hey, I'm a guy. I do those things. But havin sex with myserlf? Just weird. Also: big juicy gossip. MY FRIEND ZACH IS GAY. AHAHAHAH. He's awesome. Bitch actually had the balls to come out an tell me, and fuck, kudos to him for that. Well, shit. it's not like i haven't kept a gajilliuon of his secrets before. So, cool. This person he's seeing is actually a GUY AHAHAH. I keep laughing because it's so fucking weird to knwo that. Because it's ZACH and he's my buddy. i'm jealous he's getting laid and i'm not. Even if it's with another dude. Whatever turns his crank, it's cool.

I need to get laid, kthnxbai.

AIM Log

Session Start (SullyJim:Involuntary Homicide): Thu Jul 14 02:00:50 2006
[02:00] Captain Penis: Captain Penis: Hi?
[02:03] InvoluntaryHomicide: IM me back at thinkXtink okay? J is a schiz and gave you the wrong name. Ta!
[02:03] Captain Penis: ...right.
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SRSLY.



God, I crack me up.

Okay, so last night at work some kid decided to get into a debate with me about being emo. Because I'm skinny and have stupid black hair and lots of tattoos ad shit, and iv'e got my lip pierced. Big frikkin deal. I'm so not emo it's emo.

God, i wish the grass at work was emo so it'd cut itself.

Anyway, back to this kid. This is some guy who, at the age of fifteen managed to get his ass busted for poacking heat

GOD I HATE LAPTOP KEYBOARDS. SUCK MY DICK, KEYS.

packing heat at SCHOOL. Stupid. So they put him in my charge because I'm apparently the cool guy. And he calls me sir. I am 23. I am not sir. Unless it's like Sir Sexy Giantwang of Penisville, USA. Which I can deal with.

Back to packing heat. And not in my pants. So we're chilling or whatever and he asks me, "Sir are you emo? Do you think you are?" And I'm like "Fuck no, bitch. I'm as metal as Detroit Rock City. Yeeeah."

Somehow that didn't go over to owell. Maybe it was me calling him bitch. So he asks to see my ink, and I show him my arms and my neck and shit, and THEN the little cockmonger decides I'm some sort of giant Davey Havok.

I am Jimmy's enraged something or other.

Do I LOOK like Havok? Do I waer false eyelashes? Do I have stupid wings on my back? Srsly folks. James Owen Sullivan, purebred porn star. And drummer. Oh yeah. Anyway, we argue back and forth for a while, becdause kid's a wigger and I'm totally awesome, and we come to the conclusion that if the sky was purple then the sun is probably... still yellow. Opposing colors and all. I ARE BEING ARTISTIC AND STUFF.