Good Afternoon Online World. How art thou ( Read more... )

My mom has Dr. Phil on. First off, his southern accent pisses me off. Secondly, he has gold diggers on the show and its almost as if he's endorsing them. It makes me sick. Sick sick sick ( Read more... )

Thursday. 4 pm.

I feel kinda bored. With stuff. With everything.

I realize I do and say things to get a rise out of people. Evoke something.

And we'll never. Never understand.

Im not sure why I'm updating.

Plithe. If it's not a word, they should make it one. Its pronounced Plith-ee.

So Fieldhouse show tonight. Meh, Not bad.

The only things I want, in fact ALL I ever wanted, was to be in a nice loud Hardcore band, Grow a thick, long, Jesus-like beard, and slice the throats of girls.

PS: I'm done, everybody.

Ive got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train ( Read more... )

I am far too cool to update this stupid thing ( Read more... )

Scratch That.

I want so badly to make something of myself. Mentally, Physically, doesnt matter. I just want to be something worthwhile.

Im not just a runner up, am I?

Linger is such a cool word. It means to like hang around... only cooly.

Morose and Depraved are also cool words.

Im tired. Very Tired.

Its 4:20.

Not a drug reference, I'm just citing the time.

I'm tired. And this has been a fairly busy weekend.

I'm kinda dissappointed in a few people, including and especially myself. But... let's just sit around and not do anything about it.

Well. I dunno what to say ( Read more... )