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01 Jul 2003|12:48am |
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:looks at the blank screen for awhile before typing, his mind not entirely focused on the words:
So I went over to Britney's lastnight and Justin was there..he was acting strange..very strange. I guess it's just a sideeffect. And I feel so selfish...but I really miss the old Justin. I just hope he heals properly...when I left he followed me back, thinking I was angry with him. That's just the thing..I'm not angry with him, just frustrated that I can't do anything to help him.
After a bit...he passed out. The doctors say there is nothing they can do for him, that he has to heal on his own. They were able to provide him with medication for the dizzyness, nausea and pain though. Now I just got to make sure he stays down and rests..
My brother visited a bit today. He was as annoying as usual..:smirks softly: But I'm glad he came...he asked me like always who the new girl in my life was. It's like after you're over the 25 year old mark, my family starts bugging the hell out of you to find someone and settle down. They were actually angry when Bobbie and I broke it off. I guess they saw her as the sure thing and not for what she really was..:shakes head: Sometimes I highly doubt I'll ever find the right one though. Or that maybe I have but I'm too blind to see it or other things keep us apart.
There's not much else to say...only that my album is coming soon so yall better make me happy and buy it. And damnit Chris, no making fun of my songs this time.
:clicks update and pads softly to bed, slipping under the covers alone, sighs to himself as he slowly drifts to sleep:
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28 Jun 2003|04:37am |
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:looks in the mirror, eyeing his jaw, rubs it gingerly before moving away, sighs some: I can't sleep. Yes..I said I can't sleep..
:shakes head, going to lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling blankly: The night is shot to hell...first I wake up to notice I have a haircut that looks like someone took a weedwhacker to my head. Thanks Chris. Just remember what I said was happening to Chris Jr. if you touched my hair. :takes out the scissors: Snip snip.
Then I had the brilliant idea of going to a bar with everyone. Me drunk isn't a pretty sight..and no, there will be no songs dedicated to the glass. just one about the pretty colours and shineyness from it. After a lot of Jack Daniels in me I notice Britney being pawed by some creep in the back. When I went to tell him to back off, I get clocked in the face. Thought I lost a tooth but..they all seem okay now.
And then..:pauses, shaking his head: I don't even know where to begin. Just that sometimes I think fate or god or whatever it is out there..is cruel. Something you want so bad can be right there dangling in your face and when you reach for it, it's pulled back always just out of your reach.
I guess I'm only meant to write crappy songs about love and never really know what it is. :looks at the half full bottle of Jack Daniels, pours himself another glass and goes outside to sit on the deck, watching the night sky lighten into morning:
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