NAWLINS! and BR

I never uploaded pictures from when I went to LOUISIANA! You may officially shun me for it. Here you go.

-Otis

This is Toups, writing on Otis's blog. Perhaps he will read this and realize that he should blog more frequently.


-Otis (On the Go)

Legacy.

Last night was another magical TOUPS and OTIS photoshoot! I have to say, I am quite proud of these photos. Toups will tell you that she "is the talent" but being the awesome friend that I am, I am willing to share the talent and say we are both pretty cool right now.

-Otis

I hear everyone getting annoyed with me. I see everyone escaping. I'm sick of being the kid who pours out his emotions on his blog at the end of the day. Especially when it's always negative. I'm sick of listening to me as much as everyone else. Apologies.


Remember when I was funny? Or tried to be?

-Otis (On the Go)

Leaving.

Everyone's going places. I don't mean physically, even though in most cases that holds true. I mean they are getting the shit done that they want to do. They are working hard to go to the schools that they want to transfer to. They are working hard to achieve the dreams that they dream. My dream and my place is New York. I know I'll make it there one day. But it's at least two years away. I don't know if that's why I'm upset. It might just be that no one is working hard to get to me. They are working hard at leaving me. Everyone.


-Otis (On the Go)

Waste.

Just leave. Go. What difference will it make? You say, I won't have any friends. What do you call this? This isn't a friendship. I'm just a stand in. When there is no one else for you to turn to, I am there. But who is there when I'm all alone. Not you. Just go.


-Otis (On the Go)

I need to chill.

You want to know why I ask you if I annoy you so much? Because I genuinely think I annoy the shit out of you. It's not hard to catch on to. You aren't a Shakespearean novel. Your a high school English paper...transparent and not funny. I'm sick of this bullshit of a friendship where I crack my ass for your attention and acceptance to only get half ass responses. I'm not asking for your fucking love you faggot. I'm just asking that you stop telling me to drag race towards the edge of a cliff and then get dissapointed when I rev the engine. Fuck you. All I'm asking is for the truth when you can supply it. Step up or shut the fuck up.

I'm not even angry about this anymore but...I like the part about being an English paper.

Otis (on the go)

Location:Toyota Dealership