Pimpin In 1869: You're a lover, not a fighter. Alas, your possessive nature can make you seem a bit combative in social settings. Remember, your partner is with you for a reason. No need to be jealous

^ reminds me of me.. haha im no fighter

hm i decided to write a story so here goes nothing..


i wander down the hallways of this ratty old school, the musty smell permeates in my nostrils and i am reminded it will all soon be over. I glance across the hall to see a few freshmen. It amazes me how I could have ever filled their shoes. As ive seen the many different “types” of kids flow through this school, they seem to get sluttier and sluttier as the years fly by. I remember walking into this school like I owned it. We all thought we were gods gift, when we were rudely awoken.
We dressed how we wanted, and lived how we saw fit. You see, there were 4 major groups; Preps, stoners, straight edged weirdos, and just plain queer antisocial kids. I of course, fell into the pothead category. We listened to the music which altered America, smoked the best bud cheap, and were envied by all. I guess you could say people wanted to be us. But mostly they just wanted to live the life, not giving a fuck and feeling fine about it.
I continued to pace down the hallway keeping my focus on each ceramic square. I kept a slight grin on my face, as I looked at all of the people. I looked into their eyes and saw fear, pain and naivity. They were so young, and so unexpecting.


^ gr ill finish later i cant keep my mind straight..

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