Look at Me

Okay. So I got a text at 11 (whilst I was asleep), and it was all "Hay, wanna go sk8in?!" So I was all "Okay, dawg." Well, actually, I woke up and saw it and was like "WHAT THE FUCK IT IS SUNDAY WHO ARE YOU!?"
But then I agreed, and so I got picked up and shit.
Managed to pull a good puppy-dog face and got a ciggie out of Jen on the way there, so I was sat in the back seat of the car with smoke going in my lungs and I was like "Okay. Let's fuck shit up."

And basically we walked into the place and every single mother fucker decided to stare at me. Which inflated my ego like a boss. Good looks or bad looks, they were still noticing me. So, like, anyway, I managed to look fuckin' A whilst skating. I didn't fall or nearly fall or anything. And by the end of it, some people were looking a bit disappointed and I was all cabbage patchin' and shit. Like, whatever.

Well, that's pretty much all that happened.
Oh, and my Dad's just walked into my room and had a go at me. Like I care. Time for some quality time with my girl.

Enthusiasm

I'm laying in bed, half-naked, hair all up like La Roux's only without the help of product, rolling a really shitty cigarette coss I just can't be arsed to make the effort. I'd like to have the excuse that I have a hangover, or some shit like that. But really, I just couldn't be arsed to sleep last night.
Went out at like, three in the morning, just for something to do. Took a walk around my neighbourhood. Pretty sure I saw some guy getting a blowjob in an underpass, like whatever.
Heard a dog yelping and shit. Not certain if it was stuck or getting beat up. Poor fucker. Didn't wanna go check it out, though, coss I was fucking spacing. The world looks kinda like a shitty carnival world when there's no stars and just bright fucking streelights.

I don't know what else to write, really. This was just like, an introduction thing. Yeah. Okay. Whatever. Bye.