Time to update, I suppose,

Well, the ( Read more... )

I had the absolute weirdest dream last night.

Well, I ( Read more... )

Here we go, again…

Let me just say, if days of the week could suck dick, today would be a well paid hooker. I haven’t done a damn thing with my time today. Like, absolutely nothing. No one’s been available to speak to me on the phone and the conversations that I have had, have either been short or just fucking pissed me off. I am going to stop ( Read more... )

And here we go,

Yeah, I haven’t really updated in a while. Sue me. I promise that you’ll receive the most insignificant amount of money and I’ll piss on it to worsen the outcome. So, I guess I have an addicted personality. Sure, it’s a bad thing, I know but it makes you realize a lot of things too. I’m addicted to (in no particular order) poker, ( Read more... )

Well, I’m back from Seattle.

I kept telling myself that I was going to be miserable when I came back home, but it’s not like that at all. Seattle really opened my eyes, as corny as that sounds. It was a week of my life that I would never take back. The city is beautiful. People there have such a sense of self-assurance and that really sticks to ( Read more... )

I ran into a sliding glass window,

Like, face first.

Sad part is that I was still sober...

Has a swollen hand,

Beth

Wow,

I can’t believe Mid-June’s already here. Does time fly or what? Well, this is probably going to be my last entry for a long while. I’m leaving this place I call home for a week and usually at times of depart, I feel extremely content. I usually leave this place with an extreme and utter loathing and brusquely flip off the lights of the city ( Read more... )

I’m not cut out for this.

I don’t really like to update on my life. If something was really that important I’ll surely remember it. Why does everyone need to know about it? Not like my life is that interesting anyway. I like writing about pointless shit. I also like licking the rim of a margarita glass. I kind of feel like my mind isolates me. It ( Read more... )

Well, I’m stuck home on a Saturday night.

I was dying for this weekend to come, but it turned out to be kind of a let down. Usually, I would be miserable and writing entries about the many things that I love to hate. But I decided to take a different approach tonight. The girls usually have a good time without me anyway. It’s not like I’m one of ( Read more... )

I fucking hate you, bronchitis.

You have made shit harder on me, kept me home for two days, prevented me from eating dairy, stopped me from enjoying my “exercise” routine and now I sound like a hooker. Yeah, thanks asshole; thanks for absolutely fucking nothing. So yes, once again this has been another good week even with this goddamn bitch, ( Read more... )