Weblog
Friday, 01 January 2010
-
My Resolutions.
1) Get my artwork into a gallery in which they actually know my name
2) Make a sticker pack for Bomit
3) Make sticker packs for these skate companies
4) Stop smoking cigarettes and smoke more weed instead
5) Don't get any females pregnant
6) Pay off this surcharge
7) Make it to see 22.
Number 5 is the most important one to me. Even Gio had a baby. GIO! The fuck?!!?I'm talented because I'm ugly,
Derti
wait... wrong face
Thursday, 31 December 2009
-
The Steps I take to Calming Myself Down.
I'm just going to start by saying that my birthday was good... up until the end of it. Like, how many ways can something go wrong in one day?
Yeah, last night was probably the worst endings to a birthday.
I know.
Hey, remember when you spilled the hot soup on her? That was so fucking hilarious!
....No, it wasn't. She burned herself and so did I.
THAT'S WHAT MADE IT SO MUCH FUNNIER!
.....You're an asshole.
So the fuck what? She's already angry. What else can you do wrong?
The fuck you mean "what else can I do wrong"? You don't remember running into G the morning while I got some more stickers?
OH THAT WAS FUCKING FUNNY! Your face dropped mad hard. Well, even if you didn't go into work like you wanted and went to chill with Steen, you'd STILL have to go to work.....
.....because I forgot the book in my bookbag. I know.
I know that you know. I just like rubbing it in.
I hate you.
I would've thrown that cup of Noodles and left.
No, that's fucking childish. I'm not trying to be enemies with the girl.
It's also good that you learned how to calm down a lot more. If you were 16, those mirrors would've been Hulk Smashed.
Can you shut the fuck up? You know, for my sub-conscience you're pretty damn negative.
I keep you from being too cocky or too shy. That's why you've never stopped talking to me.
Just do me a favor....and don't talk today. Don't say any smart remarks to ANY SITUATION. Just let me handle this day.
What if someone says something out their face?
.....who's smart enough to come out of their face with me?
Good point.....so, you're working, you HAVE to go to the shop, you're sick as fuck, your drawing hand's burnt from the soup, and she's mad.....can we smoke that blunt now?
.....yeah. Yeah, let's do that.You are now a witness to the steps I take in my head to calm down. I'm getting a lot better. This process would usually take A LOT longer.Hmm,
Derti.
Wednesday, 30 December 2009
-
Fuck Cigarettes.
ok, i did not get to do acid for my birthday
i did get to go on a epic long journey with Stizzi
WHO FUCKING FORGOT THE SHIT WE WERE SUPPOSED TO RETURN!!
and got rewarded with two L's and 3 shots of Patron.
All I want for my birthday is to see Melissa.
And now I'm about to murder a beer.
Oh yeah. I'm so catching a case for murdering too many brain cells.Say "happy birthday,
Derti!"
Monday, 28 December 2009
-
The Cleansing.
You can't think straight. You keep on thinking about whether or not you should delete your Xanga. You guess you don't like the fact that you feel like you REALLY can't write shit.
Why am you writing like you still have a chance to be with Melissa?
You don't write like how used used to because both Melissa and Fae used to (or still do) read your Xanga.....and probably Jewel does too, which is another person that used to like you. You're afraid of saying something that would hurt their feelings, even though they say that they won't get offended....well, Melissa said that. You don't give a fuck about how Fae or Jewel feels. It's sad that now realizing that the reason why you're so upset is because you don't know a way of saying things without hurting someone....no, it's not even that. You just know that whatever you write will be used against me by Melissa. You're a fucking sad fucking sap, thinking Melissa is going to come back to me. She is never coming back, Jason. NEVER. She said it many times before. She has made her decision. It would never work. You should've given up as soon as the girl said that she's going to start seeing other people.
But no
You love your "movie moments" too much.
You really think that getting your shit together
Cutting down on cigarettes
Dropping off canvases at her house
Caring about what she says
Still trying to love her after all these fucking months
Trying to get a job so you can finally do the things you wanted to do
will bring her back?
YOU'RE SAD. You're a fucking failure with no hopes for the future. You're future is taking up space in a fucking casket.
So, go.
Go the fuck ahead, Jason.
Write whatever the fuck you want.
You don't need to use those Blogger or Tumblr accounts that you made before this entry.
Melissa was just a failed attempt
just like trying to get back with Arlene after you broke up with her
just like trying to be with Ariana (which failed because YOU LOVE BEING A BITCH,even though YOU KNEW she liked you)
just like wasting 3 years trying to get with Paola, never making a move, and having Johnny go out with her instead
JUST LIKE EVERYTHING YOU DO IN GENERAL.
You're not cool.
No one considers you as a threat.
No one gives half of a fuck if you like knives
No one gives two halves of a fuck that you even went to a mental hospital.
Your story is boring, dude.
You wasted 4 years
No, no, no
You wasted about 6 years of you life
Writing on Xanga
AND YOU'RE STILL DEPRESSED.
Punch yourself in the face 2 more times. I think those first 3 punches didn't really make you realize that you're still a failure at what you do.
Like seriously, you're thinking about Melissa and saying to yourself "she'll come back". You're only hurting yourself, you stupid dumb fuck. The worst part is that you're trying to fight me, your conscience, and make me believe that you're not thinking that.
Dude, it's over. Stop using the color orange in all of your pieces since you met the girl. Stop putting secret hearts and stars in everything you do. Stop throwing her name up on all of your throwies. Stop holding the pillow she made for you and wishing that it was her. Stop wasting your wishes at 11:11 pm on wishing that she's safe and ok. She's pretty.
She's fucking beautiful.
If being sexy was a class, she'd be the professor.
She is no where on your level or on your list of "things you should get for dealing with bullshit for so long".
Just say it. It's over.
Just imagine having this same subject repeat in your head everyday. I thought I would've been used to it by now.Apparently not,
Derti, the Bi-polar emo fagtard
Sunday, 27 December 2009
-
The Shoe Watcher.
We're mother fuckers like MILF's, my nigga.
Ok, so the way I see it, I'm never going to be sober enough to write a proper blog on my birthday, so I might as well do it when I'm semi drunk and before I smoke a blunt.
I think 2009 was the most fucking greatest year ever of my life. There is not one situation that I would take back or I regretted. Even the bad shit I enjoyed. This year taught me that everything happens for a reason and if you wait long enough, it'll fix itself. It has also showed me that my life is too exposed and I should fall back for a while.
So starting the 2nd or whenever I sober up and stop tripping on acid, I will no longer be part of the Xanga community....or any blogging community. I already deleted my Twitter because I'm not going down like how fucking REVOK did. I mean, if you really have anything to really say to me, hit me up on my screen name TheLastSuspek, but you shouldn't bother because even that's going to get deleted once I sober up also. I might even start over my Facebook and just strictly add artists and other companies.
I'm still going to write my last entry and tell you about what I did for my birthday, but just don't expect me to go into detail.
I think that level of paranoia has kicked in from all the acid. You know if you do acid more than 5 times, you're considered clinically insane? I wonder what level of insanity I am then? This is about to be the 8th or 9th time I'm doing acid...and I plan on doing about two tabs of it like how I did the last time....probably 3. I think I can take 3.
Shit, if I die, I'd accomplish something.
....Had to pause for a minute
Now I'm right back in it like the draws of the women
On a scale of 1 to 10,
My girl be a 20
My girl so bad,
Makes a nigga think he sinning.Welcome to Violence,
Derti
TheFloater
-
- Name: TheFloater
- Gender: Male
- Member Since: 12/16/2008
Connect
Weblog Archives
Don't worry - your calendar is here… to see it in action just click "Save"
above and refresh the page.
