my neighbor is the sweetest lady on the face of the earth. she just brought me pizza and breadsticks. my stomach is happy.

today: vocals for the propositioning a freight train EP ( Read more... )

my grandpa died this morning.

fuck. i have half a mind to get myself in debt more and fly the fuck out to california.

so i put one of my x-rays up on the window in my bedroom. i wish that i had access to the rest of them since they're much more impressive than my ankle.

statistics is murder. and since this is the third time i've been murdered, i think the test tomorrow needs to be passed.

and michelle will be here in like 2 days or so.

lets hope all goes

i'm shaving my head again.

the end.

and i've just lost everything. way to go, dipshit. it's been a pleasure knowing you all.

puzzle pieces are balanced precariously on a mirror with you hovering over the top. trust me, i feel so sorry for you. know that mine will never rest on that mirror and obscure what you are ( Read more... )

explosive situation? perhaps.

call the bomb squad.

funny how i feel like i'm on a mission right now.

nobody fucks my friends over. no matter what.

so let the mental capacity take over the situation to destroy what they've tried to create. take from them what they've taken from you and watch from underneath a palm tree as their ship sinks off of the coast. cheers.

i love this shit.

i can't bear to think of the eyes that have undobtebly crossed your path and stared into yours. we could speak of painting skies and burning bridges, but know the whole time that the affinity that's fallen on us is hardly coincidental. and i haven't slept for days ( Read more... )