well now. i havent updated in a little while ( Read more... )

( car pictures vol 1 )

im well aware that i should be incredibly overjoyed at the fact that im alive, so many things could have gone wrong, there would have been so many ways to die in that accident. but instead im just really depressed.

i should be dead. by all laws of physics, i should not be able to be here typing. i flipped my car on the way home from new york (sorry i didnt call you este, i was in shock) and im still alive. but more than that, the only real problems are cuts and bruises and the worst neck/back/shoulder pain ever, but god damn, im still alive. this is a gift.

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i mean, its way better. it has free picture uploading space (im so fucking articulate), and lots of free features that would cost money here. so anyway, my name is same as here, goooo get one.

im.so.itchy.

im fucking belligerent like a mother. but im typing like a beast. and STANDING OUTSIDE A BROKEN PHONEBOOTH WITH MONEY IN MY HAND by Primitive Radio Gods is the most genius song in the entire fucking world. the end. ive been meaning to make that known for some time now. goodnight sesames.

its been a while, eh?

garden burgers are fucking chronic.

woooboy, aaron demoss is in town for a visit...