it's 10:45 in the morning. usually i'd be at work on a saturday. it's raining. i haven't seen my brother in hours. he's missing. shhhhhh. i have to attend a tattoo party this afternoon at mi casa. lots of people to entertain and my day feels BLAH. stiffin' up, right?

i can hear this slight buzzing noise. i couldn't begin to tell you where it's ( Read more... )

i must say that i'm addicted to 711s (seven eleven, for those of us that cannot comprehend numbers) Slurpees. So good.

i think that i wanted to type. ha, or maybe i just wanted to type.. what i meant to say was talk. maybe i just want to talk ( Read more... )

"just remember - if an old guy offers you a drugged up drink..he's paying!"

i love every single one of you with a different part of me <3

and yet the world still turns ( Read more... )

you had me at every word ( Read more... )

Gas Money To Boston: 5 Dollars.

Three 40 OZ's of Beer: 7 Dollars.

Riding The Green Line To Copley Square: 90 Cents

Walking Around Boston For The Night, Drunk, With The BEST People Ever: Priceless.

i'll always do what i can, you'll always be special to me.
<3

it only gets harder the more that we know

if only the world were flat, and people round.