So I haven't updated in a while. I've had things, ya know? CJ, well he's been caught up in a bit of a love ... um ... pentagon (I guess). Anyhow, CJ, Naz, and I saw pigeons doing the nasty a couple weeks ago. It lasted all of two seconds. Pretty interesting stuff. Getting stoned at 5 am is an art form. Did ya'll know? It really and truly is.
Since I usually give you guys a little slice of my own rather romantic philosophies, I decided I'd change it up with just the truth. The truth is that life's a bitch. It's that asshole sitting in the back of the classroom shooting spitballs at your head. But you just have to take it. You have to go on and make your own choices, regardless of what life throws at you. And at the end of the day it's not about the general consensus. It's not about whether your decisions were justified. It's about right and wrong. Your own sense of right and wrong. At the end of the day, what are you fighting for? And can you look at yourself straight?
Since I usually give you guys a little slice of my own rather romantic philosophies, I decided I'd change it up with just the truth. The truth is that life's a bitch. It's that asshole sitting in the back of the classroom shooting spitballs at your head. But you just have to take it. You have to go on and make your own choices, regardless of what life throws at you. And at the end of the day it's not about the general consensus. It's not about whether your decisions were justified. It's about right and wrong. Your own sense of right and wrong. At the end of the day, what are you fighting for? And can you look at yourself straight?
