|Tuesday, August 14th, 2007|
let's move to coney island and sleep a while.
i'm still a scumbag sometimes.
let the reconstruction begin once more.
|Monday, April 23rd, 2007|
these burgers...are crazy
|Wednesday, March 28th, 2007|
why can't i just say what needs to be said, ask what needs to be asked, and move on? why is everything so much easier to write down in a notebook and just keep to myself? at what point did it all blur?
maybe i'm tired of being a friend all the time.
what in the fuck am i doing up at 5:30 in the morning?
|Tuesday, March 13th, 2007|
it might not be my fight to pick, but you just don't fucking do that. you don't.
why does shit like this have to happen to the people i love?
|Sunday, January 28th, 2007|
what the fuck is with me getting dealt the crazy bitch card? what is that shit? tonight's been a complete blur thanks to magic hat and yet still i feel i didn't quite get rid of her.
i'm so lost.
|Tuesday, January 16th, 2007|
|going to the pokey...
i'm thinking 23rd birthday, the johnny cash silhouette's got one hell of a chance of going on my arm. I've been mulling over a decent tattoo for a while now. it's about time. the man in black, fading as it reaches his feet. what a fucking sweet tat.
now i've just got to get over that fear of needles.
|Monday, January 8th, 2007|
|acidic burns to the eyes may cause blurriness
i, for the most part, am straight foward with people. if something just isn't working out, i'm willing to go for broke to work it out, but if i have a giant pile of nothing and the other person think it's a mountain of jewels; what then? how in the hell can you fight over dating when you're not actually dating? is there really such thing as a "hang out" when there's feelings involved? am i stringing her along if i clearly stated a month ago that i don't want a girlfriend and she still won't take that as my final answer? am i only using the girlfriend issue as an excuse? when did this all get so complicated?
where the fuck's brian boytano when you truly need him? he'd know what to do.
In other news, my car's ticking like a bomb. and not just any bomb, a sick bomb; the kind that killed Abby. i feel so alone, so cold. what will happen to the go-go gadget car?
tune in next time to find out. same shitty time. same shitty station.
|Saturday, December 30th, 2006|
all i want right now is to be really stoned and to be watching cartoons. find me a suitable partner. you know you can.
|Friday, December 29th, 2006|
this year has, in the simpliest of two word phrases, "been fucked". i still can't wrap my head around the whole thing; a couple peaks, plenty of valleys and the likes. but hey, it was worth it i suppose.
in other news, everyone should make an attempt to come ransack my house as the ball drops.
|Thursday, December 21st, 2006|
I had a really weird dream about my grandmother's house last night. it's been fucking with my head so bad. it's been eons, but it was just like yesterday. everything was just as i last remembered it. same kitchen table, same patio, same bulkhead, my grandmother's room was pristine as usual. even the television we used ot watch wheel of fortune on was the exact same.
I assume it was after my grandmother's funeral or something because she just wasn't there and i think somone might have told me. and it was like no one really gave a shit, it was just really lax and no one seemed to give a shit that she was gone.
oh and just to put things into prespective, my mom was smoking cigarettes at the kitchen table, that's how strange and absurd it was.
and for some reason, everyone kept telling me that i hadn't seen the whole house and that i needed to go upstairs, but i seriously couldn't. if you ever went there, you know why.
man, that place scared the living shit out me.
it's been so long since I said it, but I miss my grandma really bad.
|Wednesday, December 13th, 2006|
sometimes, it's not worth being alone.
|Tuesday, December 5th, 2006|
broke the bank? check.
got drunk? check.
got high? not so much.
got some sleep? check.
ruined possible relationship? check.
got out of dodge? i fucking wish.
made plans worth breaking? check.
plan to break plans? check.
i'm trying kids. there are only so many hours in the day and i'm working most of them. eventually i'll get them all crossed off.
where the hell's christmas already?
|Tuesday, November 28th, 2006|
why, oh why, do i just keep fucking up?
|Sunday, November 26th, 2006|
i think i need a secret meeting of the midnight society to discuss my current female interests. who's in?
|Saturday, November 25th, 2006|
the drought's over.
i'm drinking again.
hilarious fact #20
so come to find out, my tongue burns and my throat closes up quite a bit when i attempt to eat a piece of moldy bread. who'd have thunk it. fucking allergic reactions.
things to look foward to:
-nickelodeon party on December 1st
-no more meds
-consuming hard liquor at a break-neck pace
|Tuesday, November 7th, 2006|
Well, that's what I'd refer to as a fuckjob. I have no further comment at this time.
|Tuesday, October 31st, 2006|
|Now Hear This!!!
I got my first pube today.
meh, thought I'd throw it in there. happy halloween assholes.
|Sunday, October 29th, 2006|
|a heart full of snakes and a belly full of rage
the whole situation bugs the shit out of me still. i just can't get over the fact that i came out of it looking like "that guy" when in actuality, i wasn't being that guy at all. i just needed to keep an eye on things and figured the best way to was to keep everything within an arm's reach. show's how much i know.
god, i love how well things seem to blow up in my face. i guess the burns'll go along nicely with that piece of shit heart of mine that i snapped in two the other night.
sweet dreams kids.
|Wednesday, October 25th, 2006|