Don't leave your live journal up if you have entries fucking yelling at me. Kay?

The internet is not an okay substitute to cuddle with at night.

I just remembered I have pretzels next to me. Score.

I should be doing better things with my time.

I'm 21 years old and I'm already an old man. I work, come home and either eat, do chores or watch television. This isn't what I wanted at all and I am lashing out all the time because I feel trapped. I want to do something more. It doesn't have to be exciting or glamorous. Just new. Maybe something that will actually come to fruition other then my ( Read more... )

I can ride my bike with no handlebars ( Read more... )

I drink for Democracy ( Read more... )

This device in my hand ( Read more... )

I don't get it. Is that an inside joke ( Read more... )

or blood and teeth ( Read more... )

The fear, the fear, the fear.

Sorry, a day late.

I noticed I update on or around Thurday every week; so, I am going to try to work a schedule to update every Thurday from now on. Maybe start putting up some pictures and stuff. We'll see.

This has gone on long enough.