last night was awesome ( Read more... )

i got tattooed twice in a week.
i am retarded and broke and itchy and sore.
at least now my arms are finally colored in!

dear tuesday night,

my tummy is grumbling and feels acidy.
i'm sitting in my room painting my nails and waiting for corey to come home.
i'm watching the lost boys.

and i really want to get my cheeks pierced.


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last night corey, chris, danielle, and myself rode bikes around our neighborhood until chris's butt got too numb to ride the his lowrider. he subsequently went home, and the remaining 3 of us adventured onwards...
to a ghetto ass park and sat at a picnic table drinking beer.
i didn't bring my phone with me.
it was rad.

stop making me have feelings!
i will sock you right in the teeth.

i am a shitbag.
just a total shitbag.

i am probably the luckiest shitbag you know.

Jumping on a bus just feels so familiar.
The weirdest things are comforting.
Just the general werring noises of a greyhound idling make something stir in the pit of my stomach.
I kind of wish I was on the amtrak bus though. It goes to king street station and I like that one best.

Sincerly,
Your favorite escape artist.

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guarding yourself and blaming others for the feelings that those before them made you feel, makes for a lousy weekend.
certainly gives you plenty of opertunities to sever ties though.

i took out my extensions and feel significantly less attractive.

today i convinced myself that if i can make it to the weekend, everything will be okay.