Thanks to Jessica for this one ( Read more... )

I can't sleep. I can't put my head on a fucking pillow and fall into slumber. My head is filled with all kinds of shit that it won't just turn off. Parts of me just want to start drinking whatever alcohol I have lying around, which, upon looking is quite a bit. Enough to maybe get so fucking drunk that my brain shuts off, perhaps permanently. I was ( Read more... )

One day you're drinking yourself into oblivion...the next you're fucking the prom queen...then you're back to being a drunk. It's a vicious cycle...it's why I said the thing about love...being an illusion...it's why marraiges don't last...and unwanted children are born every minute.

I am watching the movie The Transporter...I could so be him.

That would be an awesome job.

"Call Me When You're Sober ( Read more... )

Heh...you know what sucks for my ex...

I can play all of her Death Cab and 30 Seconds to Mars riffs on the bass...and sing the songs. Ha.

It would be hard for me to be emo, I've decided, because my hair just won't part in those funky directions.

Why does it seem that every song on the radio have to do with being unfaithful or cheating or anything revolving around that ( Read more... )

It's sometimes rather depressing when you go back and look at entries from the past three, six, twelve,etc. months...and remember all the crap that's happened...

Almost cutting off your finger does not go well with trying to play the bass.


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