It's about time I fucked something up.

...'cause dying is so much better. Fuck you; you make your loved ones cry.

So I set up a plate of two waffles, lathered with Olivio and Mrs. Butterworths and I take the fork and go to cut the first bite ( Read more... )

I guess, for now, I'm okay with going nowhere.

Whatever happened to that day-to-day planner idea anyway? That's almost interesting...

Sometimes I wish my dad didn't shoot himself.

I adore the fact that the guy we have lined up to record Beretta has no problems laughing behind our backs - not even laughing; talking in general. It's none of Jeff's business to be asking, and I'm sure nothing was meant by it. But it's no one's business but our own that we asked for our money back. It's no one else's concern that for some reason ( Read more... )

Towards the end of the first verse of 'Hypocrite' someone's phone goes off. I catch it every time but I feel the need to immortalize the fact in my uncancelable journal account ( Read more... )

It's funny how much more human a person seems the closer they get to not being one anymore...

That and I think my dad spoke through me to my sister, standing in front of his stone today. I wished I had brought a palm leaf...

All this, and I haven't even started laundry...

Nonchalantly ( Read more... )

For now I'm downing ginger ale that makes me wince after every gulp 'cause it helps me sleep better; maybe not better - just more relaxed. My face is itchy and it's quite obvious I need a shower. I figure if I go to bed early enough I can get up in time to take one, not to mention maybe vacuum my car. All comes down to what motivation I can muster ( Read more... )