Stephen Putnik and Kayleigh Watson are to be wed on January 28th, 2026.

You are all invited.

Please bring flowers and wishes of eternal happiness.

see you then.

Turns out steve wasn't trying to cut off my drug supply and inadvertently let me know im a creep. he lost his phone at the auto show. i was so nervous ( Read more... )

go to hell oprah! viva james frye!

I have just witnessed the most disgusting display of complete bullshit.

so life lately has been consumed by bumming rides, solitary confinement and when I actually get to get out, I end up getting back home by hitching a ride with some shady tow truck driver. My car attached obviously. This is the t hird time in about a week and a half. It's getting funnier each time but also kinda absurd. Today I got off work, filled ( Read more... )

And then there he was. Just standing there, in the summer and walking about not knowing that I was looking at him. I welled up so big and sad of him that I started to cry. I walked up to the first step of the porch and spread my arms open for him to slam into. He still didn't see me. I stood there with my arms out smiling and waiting. I could have ( Read more... )

battmyeyes: I wish I could get sounds tattooed on me ( Read more... )

im finally all done!

if there ever was a weirder, creepier, more psycho killer in love way of expressing feelings...
I would really like to see it.

because I think I have just won.

I always want to listen to sad songs on cold shitty rainy days like this. So I did. And then my car died about 2 miles from my house. I sat in the rain. My mom saved me before I attempted to walk home in the rain. I missed class. Go figure. I wish I would have at least slept in ( Read more... )

last night was pretty fantasic. The pictures say it all. The best one being of john chewing on balloon strings with a cigarette in his mouth and Tim perched behind him, determined to be in the picture and the end result looking like john has a creepy second head. and neck...that being Tim of course. If I read the manual maybe I could post them but ( Read more... )

it's Friday the 13th, a somewhat national holiday to me and I can't think up one way to transport Stacy P. to my bedroom to watch horror flicks all night. I'd like to believe that she would be welcoming of me into her bedroom for the same endeavors, but I have this little problem called a "hub bearing" that isn't letting me get anywhere further ( Read more... )