yes, this holiday i think i will drink until i find myself in a peaceful stuper. . . now iknow that it doesn't sound healthy at first, but i think it's for the best.

i'm happy that i'm in NYC, not many have this chance that i have fallen into. but i cant help but feel that most if not everything i have to be thankful for is in AZ ( Read more... )

VH1 should give me the best weekend ever, cause that's what i had. And now there should be a country song writen about me cause that's how i feel.

to anyone who has been keeping up on my mouse escapade; keep up no more. . . . Stewart (or, Stew, as I liked to call him) is dead ( Read more... )

yea, so i'm glad to be out of my NY funk. that shit sucks. but anyway too anyone who actually looks at this back home, worry not! anyway all you mother fuckers need to vote. (that is the extent of my political stand ( Read more... )

Well, I guess I’ll update. . . what to say? . . I have no pictures to share. . . I don’t want to be a mellow dramatic poet for a bunch of strangers. . . I’m going to go now.

“I don’t know what
Po’ weary me can do.
Gypsy says I’d kill myself
If I was you.” (Hughes 9-12)

not really that sad, but i do dig the poem.

I'm so bored! but i won't do homework. no no

One can’t help but feel out of place when all he knows and loves is 3,000 miles away. The reasons I’ve come here for are blurry and don’t seem to have the same weight they once possessed.
I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. I know how lucky and fortunate I am to be here, but I just can’t help feeling that I didn’t have to move at all.

i love you, I Love You, I LOVE YOU! I couldn't say it more if the words were tattooed on my lips. I couldn't say it louder if it were a brand on my voice.
I Love You.