I realized that for the better part of a decade, I've been fucked up off of some sort of substance.
And I think I'm finally done.
But what a night to go out on.

Natural born killers.
<3.

my grandma bought a birthday cake for jesus.
i never knew how weird it was until Austin conquest
said the words out loud.

he's getting me a christmas tree.
a real one.
and the bathrooms clean.
really clean.
and everything is pretty much
as good as it could be right now.
even though i'm broke and tired and cold.
it's going to be a good christmas.

Date night with loverface lessner.
Yard raking with grampypants.
Visits at work from pantsy poo.
Tough questions to which the answers don't matter.
Tough answers to which have no questions.
No worries that matter.
Understanding what best friends means, and now I do.
All is well, and if it's not, I'm going to ignore the bad anyhow.

I'm scared fucking shitless.

I'm so over all of it.
Time to get under something else.
Errr, that's not how it was supposed to sound.
Oh well.

i have an 8-10 page paper on Locke vs. Hobbes due in my philosophy class due next wedensday ( Read more... )

this all just punishment?

tonight it's going down.
(or at least it's going ).
sarah and i are ready to take over the world.
(in cute lil dressies).
i might be going to pick up some fishies for the ryan.
(emporium).
blam.
(im sofa king gay).
((as andy would say)).

some kid my sister knows is convinced he saw me on tv.
when he told my sister this she asked if it was COPS that he was watching.
hahahahaha, my sister knows whats up.