cops and french maids.

ive never really considered myself to be the type who gets in "trouble". i feel, as a 19 year old, i make pretty smart choices and i dont do anything that i think is wrong. well tonight, a cop didnt think that was the case.

its not really that big of a deal, and in the end i think we held our own, but let me just say a big "good going" to everyone else who cut. it was probably the smarter decision, but in my honor im going to just go with that i am a fucking fantastic friend.

hmm anyways, i leave this hell hole in a matter of days. 5 to be exact, and then its off the chico. this is going to a pretty exciting summer, i believe. i think its going to be exactly what i need. im going to center myself around good people with positive energy, im going to start writing more, and im going to finally get that job at a small bookstore like ive always wanted to.

i was thinking also that hopefully i will find myself a sugar daddy, but i think that purely is wishful thinking, because really...i dont think hes going to live in chico. oh well, heres to a few mistakes.