Irish car bomb+four vodka sours+THC+a pretty, intellegent girl's phone number= a good night at the bar.

Casey kissed a very attractive high school teacher last night. I successful asked a young lady for her phone number. I think we did well. Casey and I make a good team.

We were at the beach.
Everybody had matching towels.
Someone went under a dock and there they found a rock

But it wasn't a rock.

It was a rock LOBSTER

ROCK LOBSTER!

Today is the day Hazel moves her stuff out of the apartment.

Time to refurinsh my home.

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I want everyone who is saying shit about Hazel to stop it. There were a lot of unresolved issues in our relationship. Yes, she did break my heart, but I also broke hers. Don't ask me how. I would have to explain months of day to day history ( Read more... )

I guess it's too early to expect the pain to stop. Shit, this is horrible.

Enough beating around the bush. This is what is going on. Hazel has been in and out of jobs for the past 6 months. At first I was supportive. After the last job, however, I was basically fed up. I became very angry. The anger changed to a form of resentment and I began acting cold towards her. We had a long talk yesterday about this and I ( Read more... )

There is nothing that can justify this action. Never, in my life, would I even imagine doing this to you. Now I know how painful it really is.

The sound of a heart breaking. No. That's the sound of it being ripped out, trampled upon, sliced, diced and served back to me in a thick, remorseless paste ( Read more... )

The fabric of my existence has been unwoven. The glue holding it together is cracking. My life, as it is right now, is damaged. A verbal cataclysm has shakened, ruptured and blown my essence apart ( Read more... )