why do i make such big mistakes.
huh?Huh?huh?
why?

I'm just sitting in my room thinking about cigarettes.

mm baileys in coffee, snow on the windowsill and christmas jazz tunes.
it was a good night!

i am fondly reminded of a million quiet nights.

It's so beautiful outside.
The snow makes me sentimental.

\\\\This here's the ocean kid, and you're drowning.

or something like that//////

Africa Africa Africa Africa Africa.

I tend to quantify my life by the digits which define me, yet mean nothing to me. I exsist only through a 9 digit number and a cellphone bill. An appartment a guitar a bed. Where i rest my weary head and pretend i'm someone else with someone elses definitive items.

i have a mullet.

now if you'll excuse me i have to go tame my mullet.bahah.

no body likes 6.30 am shifts.

last drag last drag breath in breath out.