I think if I got cancer, my "make a wish foundation" wish would be to burn one with Bill Clinton.

I'm having a stupid, stupid amount of trouble trying to pack my clothes and skateboards into this duffel bag. Apparently, I am mad awful at real life tetris.

I am pretty nervous right now, I don't know what to expect. This will be good.

Some would say I'm... open? I have no problem saying what I want to say, when I want to say it. I do have a small measure of reserve, or whatever, but for the most part, I'll say what I want to say ( Read more... )

The past 72 hours feel like a week. Went to Foxwoods, twice. Got paid the first time, paid the second time. Up 50 bucks, but when you factor in smokes, gas, and food, I broke even ( Read more... )

Why the fuck can't I move on? Seriously. I'm Mike Kennedy. I'm supposed to be awesome at just forgetting shit on the drop of a dime. It's been long enough, and I still can't move on.

I don't feel regret. That is not how I roll.

Pretzels? Love it.

Went to a tittie bar last night. I felt intimidated by all of the tit.

I am a mess. True.

Is a dude not allowed to have girls that are just friends, without other people thinking there's something going on? And, if so, are they allowed to hang out one on one, without other people thinking there's something goin' down?

Sucks.

I don't know what to say. I guess sometimes I don't think before I speak.

Just gotta chalk it up and move on.

I hung out with Crazy Shannon tonight, and don't really think she understands that I don't want to "hit that."