Griffin Evans Newton's Aliases

Your movie star name: Food Barry

Your fashion designer name is Griffin Venice

Your socialite name is Girf-balls Rome, Ga!

Your fly girl / guy name is G New

Your detective name is Giraffe Darlington

Your barfly name is Ice Cream And Tacos Beer

Your soap opera name is Evans Cherry

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It's weird how things change in life. For example, when I was a little kid, I liked broccoli, but I didn't like to eat the stalks...only the bushy green seedy leafy stuff at the top... but now that I'm older, I appreciate the entire piece of broccoli... I think I may even like the stalk more now, because it doesn't get stuck in my teeth the way ( Read more... )

Why is it that some people have the ability to do everything that they dream up, and I can't make myself do anything right? God damnit. It must be some kind of short in my brain... I actually have a initiation deficiency. I don't lack ambition or motivation...I day dream all the time about actualizing the things that I feel would make me happy, ( Read more... )

No More. No more goats. No more Pink Floyd on the tombstone and no more listening to anything Jack White has to say. No more tree climbing, yard skippin', barn fuckin', and no more dirty looks. No more sad songs, love songs, regret songs, take me back songs, happy songs, murder ballads, punk rock, or oldies. No more music. Keep that shit as ( Read more... )

I spent most of the early hours of the day humming to myself. Some days are just days for singing...today was one...and so was yesterday... I can't remember the day before that very clearly, but I'm assuming it was probably a pretty good day for singing as well ( Read more... )

Here comes that same ol' girl... pushing me back into the corner where I crouched for so long. I'ld finally shaken out all the leg cramps and was under the impression that this uncomfortable phase of my life was fineto... but I'm sliding back down the wall whispering "assume the position" under my breath, despite my best wishes. I am the ( Read more... )

Mortality sucks.

So does writing research papers...

but Saved was a pretty funny movie.

Eight bodies in this house and I think we might run out of oxygen before Friday. Then again, I might just choke on all the sweetness circulating though this place.
I love my family, but.......

Recovering from 25 cent beer night at Hooters... Sundays just got a lot better in Rome ( Read more... )

There was a waiter at the waffle house tonight whose name was Chip... -like chip off the old block- ...More like chip off the old tooth. I drank weak Waffle House coffee in Cedartown tonight, instead of in Rome. I'm not really a big fan of coffee, but I always order it because I love the way it looks when you pour the individual serving of cream ( Read more... )