I'm gonna get a tribute tattoo to the summer of 2008. Nothing can top those days.

I met a very tall, black, Brooklyn-born skateboarder at the bar last night. We talked about tattoos and straight edge. He asked for my number, and then when he texted me his signature was, "Fuck you pay me." I win.

Can't leave well enough alone.
Can't get satisfied.
Too loud and too angry.
Too bored and too crazy.
Too broke and too lazy.
There's too much out there that I've yet to see.
We left all our chances in our home town
I left my courage on the shore.
Nothing sounds right, feels right, fits right.

Rich and Jessica got married yesterday. It was so beautiful. So classy. Would have been more fun if the boys from NY had made it down, but I still had a great time.


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I can sit and get tattooed for six hours, no problem, but a 10 minute cervical biopsy lays me out for a day. Fuck that hurt.

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I can't sleep because even when the fleas are not biting me, I feel like they are.

Yesterday was one of those days when everything came together. Andy and Michael and I signed the lease for the house. My doctor's appointment was $60 cheaper because of a grant. I finally made my IMs stop forwarding to my phone. Then Chris and John and I drove to Winston to see Inglorious Basterds with Kevin and Drew and Kelly. Katie texted me ( Read more... )

I have a habit of putting a lot of faith into new friendships.
I can tell you now, they never last.
No one is ever what they seem.

Josh was in town from Texas last night. We had our traditional group 9 Dragon dinner followed by a pool hang at Andy's parents' house. It was fun. Life rules.