Every time a horse dies, an angel gets its sandwich.

As much as i talk about not wanting to be at Walgreens; i must be awfully content, seeing as how my unwillingness to leave is fairly strong.

RIP millie, even though we werent very good friends while you were alive.

24th story. unlocked doors.

i have shakey hands and bad knees.

my life is so good. and this is me writing about how good it is. if you would like to know more then keep reading this. balls, blunts, bitches, bitties, and booZe.

im american indian....

you gotta put that sauce on it. kristen wright is around here somewhere.

i only drink when i smoke.

repay debts

popularity takes its toll