Maybe he should of said "lion". He thought of it too late, and these were the repercussions. Not everything could stay the same after this accident ( Read more... )

Eating chips, you gotta go far. Down the wire and naked and starved. He smiles like Johnny and takes it like Tuesday. Opals for Queen Mary when she comes and destroys ( Read more... )

"The world that's flying by is slick and smooth ( Read more... )

I am off this afternoon. My house here in the valley is shimmery, as are my spirits. I'm smuggling home the Two-Buck-Chuck. It will probably all be consumed tonight. In this voyage I have rediscovered my love for the album TUSK by fleetwood mac. Lindsey and Stevie are my favorite coke heads ever. I can't break my ears from listening to it. Is there ( Read more... )

I had a good day at the Getty. I had a good evening with Audrey. Much love for her, and my shame for always being awful at correspondence. Anyways, as much as I love this city, it really is pretty much shit. The deterioration of my parents' mental stability doesn't really lend to any sense of enjoyment, as I was chastised today for (get this) being ( Read more... )

How many stories are we in? How many are we up? I gotta lotta love in this paper cup ( Read more... )

Weren't the same saturdasies. Weren't the same purple hazies. God I'm burned and I'm lazie ( Read more... )

Apparently Gluttony is not meant to be one of the Seven Deadly Sins I embody.

Fuck you Taco Tuesdays! Fuck you!

I am sick. Of people. In general. Some people I like (very few today, minus, maybe, two of you, you can consider yourself one of those I pretty much loathe ( Read more... )

Hoorah for sobriety. Hoorah for the chillatious people I know and have yet to know ( Read more... )