I don't have a girlfriend. I don't have a girlfriend. I don't have a girlfriend. I don't have a girlfriend. I don't have a girlfriend. I don't have a girlfriend. I don't have a girlfriend. I don't have a girlfriend. I don't have a girlfriend. I don't have a girlfriend. I don't have a girlfriend. I don't have a girlfriend. I don't have a girlfriend ( Read more... )

I smoke these cartons because I miss you and how they tasted on your tongue ( Read more... )

Fuckin Farrrrrrrrrrrr is playing in Pomona on Wednesday. These guys influenced Finch. They deserve the FUCKIN before their name. I'm so stoked, or I should say I'm super hella stoked. Everything sucks this week: the economy, my future, my life, and her... on her knees. The coming month should be jam packed with enough concerts to take my mind off ( Read more... )

I’m still waiting for the news dad ( Read more... )

I'm done. You are not a fucking friend. I hope you choke. Have fun relapsing and alienating your friends. Die.

I haven't felt this bad in a long time. I'm confused, I'm scared, I'm angry, and I'm depressed. I don't know if I want to punch someone or myself. This is what I get for fucking around before I leave I guess. Everything is falling apart today.

I need to talk to you now.

It's three am and I am an asshole. I did another no call/no show at work today. I suck. Then I went bowling with Skyles and her friends. That was gay. Bowling is so 90s, haha. Then me and her stumbled across the midnight showing of Pineapple Express. Go see that movie. It's hilarious. "I just dipped one ball in."

Go see it now.

Sorry. Please allow me a moment to explain.

When I read that, all these feelings came rushing to the top like sharks that smell blood in the water, or a dolphin running out of air, or a fat kid playing 'King of the Hill,' or better yet like a black man in New Orleans during Katrina running to his roof to wait for a week until the helicopters finally ( Read more... )

40 days and 40 nights. No, not Lent. That's how long it is until I'm gone.

We got the ill apartment. Private backyard, spa, pool, washer/dryer in unit, walk in closets.... "just call me Mister Bitches."

"I mean bitches like, like you gon have so many bitches, that's what niggas is gon call you. No disrespect."

Bitches love me cause they know that I ( Read more... )

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