I'm coming home.

to even more stress and anxiety from family and friends.

yay.

Shouldn't this season be a tad more joyful?

I've been up since 5 o'clock,
writing this fucking 10 source paper.

I never knew I could swear like this.

god, the seventh can't come soon enough.

i'm exhausted.

yet,

i don't think i'll be able to stand

25 days at home.

damnit.

I'm working hard tonight ( Read more... )

i've always hated turkey.

indie hipster trash party

the dreadlocked tattooed scarved metal faced,
their snapping fingers,
and smokes of every kind.

so much love.

and beer.

"what's the number of the extension?" - laura

"222." - random person on telephone.

we were naked like worms ( Read more... )

The crust erupts ( Read more... )

I saw a wasp banging his head on the glass
I asked, "what are you doing, my friend?
I'd say your side is paradise.
What's so good about this house I call home?"