winston_smith1

quit my job
smoked a grip of weed
beers for everyone
cant wait to start school again!
you guys rule, except the shitty ones. you guys suck.
all hail barry j you dirty fucks!!

theres something in the air today, paint your worries up they melt away.

moonwalked across the 101 freeway

gave my number to the cute girl at tower records

watched 2001 a space oddesy with darkside playing at the same time

im no longer a teenager

last night i got a girl drunk on tequilla and took her to see the lawrence arms. after much drunken dancing and making out she takes a dive face first into the dance floor and breaks her tooth in half. so i guess you could say everythings been pretty rad lately.

There were four chairs in the living room, each of them broken in and warm with welcome. the air hung thick but not heavy and you would never know it was freezing outside. we sat and spoke softly about the events the house had the privilege of hosting and the happenings outside of the house but still within the walls of our suburban town. i felt sick to my stomach. too much coffee, not enough sleep, and the stale smell of cigarettes on my hands wasnt really helping either. Her mother chimed in asking her to say goodbye to her father as we sat and waited in the living room. You could hear all our hearts sink in unison. we found our way out to the driveway and each said our goodbyes. She asked if she could walk me to my car, becuase she had something for me. i agreed. when we reached the car i felt like i should do something. some kind of drastic act to prove that this wont fade, that no one will be moving forward. that we will stay forever in this suburban town, sitting and waiting for the pattern to prove itself non-existent.

Dear readers of barrys live journal,

i swear to god, the only thing i look forward to is coming home from work and watching all the episodes of 'lost' i tivoed. my kids dont even know what records are, my wife reads that gossipy celebrity chat bullshit they sell you at the grocery store, and my dog will only eat the finest canned dog food, if i had a single shred of man left in me i would take him out back and shoot him. and what the fuck is up with oprah, that bitch has the nerve to put her face all over the fucking tv, and on the cover of every issue of 'O' magazine. bitch we all know its your magazine, and thats why i dont buy the fucking thing. i swear, someone should beat her to death. anyway the point of all this is that i'm angry and i cant do anything about it. i only feel ok when im mad. im always about to snap, or start crying, or just explode and try to take out as many loved ones as i can with me. i hate my life. i hate it so fucking much.

sincerely,
Dr. Phil

she was waiting in the hallway sitting in an old brown chair next to a little table. on the table was her cellphone, her house key, and a leopard-print clutch purse. she had been sitting there for about 30 minutes waiting for the vibrations of her phone to rattle against the fine polished wood. the thought of someone waiting for 30 minutes just to hear me say "hey, im outside" kind of gives me the creeps. ive never really been one to demand someones time. i would much rather just tag along while you live your day to day life. and if your day to day life consists of eating cereal, making out, and watching tv, then i suppose we will get along pretty well wont we?