Today is the last day with the pink car. the worst part... my dealer has had my car since last saturday, and hasnt done anything to figure out whats wrong. well... he can't give me a loaner, and i dont have a car to go to school and work. im fucked.

i dont know what im gonna do.

a funny story i forgot to tell you. when i was at linzee's i had a dream that i was beatin up this lady in the mall who was flippin out on me for no reason. then this other lady said she thought i was "battin for the other team" meaning she thought i was gay. what the fuck! the youngstown kids have control over my dreams!

Then i was being real edge and bought this girl cigarettes yesterday (keep 'em hooked, keep 'em dying) And the girl at the counter said i looked 15. I just cant do anything right.