i dont sleep anymore, and these past two weeks have been nothing short of amazing.

you;re mostly what i think about.

friday the 13th tattoos in the shape of perfectly rolled doobies, being down with the sickness, money management to the highest degree, missing the poo out of omeggie and aaliyah, resistance.

get someeeeeeeeeeeee

why did i ever leave this place?

being drunk at all times its taking its toll. what am i even doing? but i guess as long as i stay responsible about it and dont make stupid decisions, which ive actually been theee bomb at so far, i should be okay. i neeed value village and bruschetta and east atlanta action and my homegirlies up in my life as soon as possible. i need to move on ( Read more... )

and its been a long time, which agrees with this watch of mine. and i know that i miss you.
and im sorry if i dissed you.

ROADTRIP TO MYRTLE BEACH, SC FOR MODEST MOUSE IN MARCH. WHO'S WITH ME? yeah? yaaaaaH??

gotta look out for your all star player, know what i mean? shit gets rough, and yeah people talk, but when all is said and done you've got yourself to be happy with. thats it. please yourself. do what feels right for you. by all means possible, look out for your number one player.

if i didn't feel like it was semi-cheating my way out of things i would have already erased a lot of these past entries. but its whatever, its life. it happened. and here i am.

you're out of my mind.

and im happy.

drunk livejournaling was a bad idea; its a good thing i got distracted last night. im on that long, dull road that leads back to simplicity. regardless, i'm going to enjoy the ride.

im slightly wasted and IM STILL BETTER THAN THAT.
soooooooooooo it feels good to be over