and this bitch that I work with KEEPS FUCKING FARTING WHAT THE HELL WHY

6whitepeopleproblems, thingsisay,

Life I guess.

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6truth, thingsisay, shitlikethat,

Bitches love movies on valentines day

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fuck you Atlanta you lying whore

6thingsisay, people I work with are bitches, especially her,

It’s gon be a long day tomorrow

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This should be rather fun.

6thingsisay, videography, cameras,

sooo maybe I can doit tonight idk… 

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I know that sounds creepy but I like observing what people do I guess. As they go by in their cars, as they walk along the sidewalk, talking to themselves or looking miserable. Hand in their pockets, hats on backwards. Some wearing sweat pants, nigga, your sweat pants gon get all durty and wet walkin in the snow like that what the haiillllll. I noticed no one has an expression on their face when they’re driving, rather bored looking, I guess thats what I do sometimes, but I’m usually singing along with the music. Some people are chewing their nails. One guy had his window down, donno what thats all about… dude you’re going to get chilly….shit…put that window up its like -6 outside. Someone made eye contact with me from their car, that was weird so I started typing acting like I was doing something… I wasn’t though. Saw this kid that used to go to my high school, he graduated and all that shit, he looks rough, like whoa shit what the hell happened to you…Meth I’m assuming, always assume Meth, Meth is bad. The open sign across the street keeps blinking, its annoying as fuck…stop open sign, stop blinking please… FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP BLINKING!!!!…pisses me off. I wonder what would happen if I gave four pennies to some stranger, what would it mentally do to them? (long story). Soooooo that sign I was talking about stopped blinking how funny is that, the owner of the store went over and turned it off haha, I bet it was pissing her off too. My ass is starting to hurt on these wooden chairs, I need one of those like chair cushion things they gave to the special kids in school for being special, like these things look like half of those work out balls but you put them on a chair and you sit on them, how neat is that? I need one of those. Just saw what I am assuming was either a total douche bag or a drug dealer in a weird ass jeep. Big ass rims and a shitty jeep body? Total drug dealer. No one in their right mind would do such a thing I mean lezzbehonest. I bet it was Meth. Theres some really shitty cars out there though. Like damn cover that shit up no one wants to see that, but I guess its transportation and cars are cars…whatever. I blame it on Meth. Im done writing now lol

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People are always here with other people, and then here I am just up at the front by myself like “Heyyy im not weird”… but I am lol

6thingsisay, white people problems, sean is weird I guess,

SHIIIITTTTTTTTTTTT

6coconut, coconuts, shit, fucken the stupiedest thing ever, thingsisay,

HELLSFUCKENHELLS YESSS :D

6skittles, candy, thingsisay,

Its so stale. 

Cadillac. The good days dull and the bad ones are the same. So everyday is almost the same. Four days out of the week all feel like a Sunday (which is an absolutely sickening feeling). Nothing really exciting ever happens, small(ish) town, some good music pops up here and there at local gigs but thats pretty much it. An hour north is fantastic two hours south is even more. So I guess you could say we are in the bowls of the greater places. My dream is to travel to different countries, see what the world has to offer. I know that sounds pretty cliche but I can make it happen. I mean the world is a world, its a planet, the Moon could fit inside it multiple times I mean there is space to be discovered. We are not meant as human beings to stay in one place doing the same thing day after day. I would literally have to kill myself if that was the situation. I want to learn from other people, see how they see things in the world and feel what they feel about things. You cant get that sitting in one place you just cant. Adventure is out there, there is no doubt about that. And trust me, I fully intend on doing so. Life. Cant wait to get away from everyones bull-shit.  I hear that there’s even more bull-shit in life, can’t wait. As far as best friends go I have like three and they’re all girls, donno what the fucks up with that but whatever. Music. Maybe I can dive deeper into that? Im getting better at the guitar and my singing isn’t absolutely horrible, I mean I am no John Mayer but I can sing in the shower pretty well. Art. I have a lot of things going on with that, which is weird because Im not that great at what I do? I don’t know quite how that works but people seem to want paintings all the fucken time so I do it. I was going to go to college for Art but Ive found something else. I really good at the videography business with all that stuff and the parents business so im sticking with that for awhile. Not forever though, I have world exploring to do.SHIT. Other than cadillac sucking super bad I’d say life is pretty great(ish) I mean life is life, there are going to be things that I dont like at all but you just gotta deal with it and move on. Life is life and I cant wait. Bitch.

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my problems…

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A year or two ago I was in a bigger city in Michigan just kinda shopping around for stuff in the store fronts with my mum. We came to this guitar shop and I just had to go inside and look around, the place looked fucken magical so we where like what the hell lets do it. I go in there look around in the front and quite honestly it sucked. The amps where a bit dusty and they had some pretty cheap looking guitars so I was just like what the hell. Then I look to the back, here was a room with large windows and at the top of the window in neon glass it read “soul room” Immediately  was drawn in. So I’m in there and all around are these absolutely beautiful dark cherry wood guitars with the most beautiful brass strings I have ever seen. I pick one up and start playing it and it was rather nice, it had a nice pick up and the weight felt right even the feel, but something about it just didn’t jive with me. All of the sudden I see this dark brown guitar with no finish on it. I rub the  side of it with my thumb and it felt rough, but smooth at the same time. I picked it up by the neck and instantly I knew this was something different. I sit down on a chair and rest the guitar on my thigh and just kinda of float my fingers along the strings, I didn’t quite understand what I was feeling at this point other than I was very curious. I then position my left hand to a G cord, play that, then an D then an E minor and then finally a C. I felt chills static along my backbone up and around my neck flowing down my arms and exploding in my finger tips. The sound this legendary guitar was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard in my life. It seemed like magic, it was deep and crisp. No devilish twang of the strings hitting the fret board, no sting of that high note. Everything was just deep and clean and I knew at that point that was the most perfect guitar, it was calling out my name and I felt helpless. I was in town to buy video gear not guitars and this made me sad. I promised the next time I was in the area I would go back to that store and buy that guitar no matter what. It was all done and over in a blink of an eye, I was back in the car driving two hours north back to my home town. It felt like a dream, it was to good to be true, it sounded almost foolish, what I felt in that shop. it felt like a dream, maybe thats all it was, a dream. Anyfuck I’m going to start going to every guitar shop I come across and maybe find that perfect guitar again, even if it never existed. I hope this goes well.

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