I came to the conclusion Im a good catch... from a horrible throw.

im so tired of the stupid mindless ranting of some people, "never judge a person, thats gods job". fuck that, I'll judge all i want. don't do something stupid and expect people to forgive you.

if i had a kid right now i would be 42 when it turned 18... FAT CHANCE!

the day june 2/3 these two days might as well be the same day. so im gonna attempt to post faint remembrances of the said night/mourning. this will probably be more than one post. the the night started out at a place called yard house with two half yards, and a bit of Norwegian salmon. there were snow peas and carets, along with some stellar mushed

Psychobitches Outta Hell!

midnight chow!!!

Yuba city food and guitars...

its so liberating not having family on this shit... this way I can say what the fuck ever. like your cunt smells like rotting sushi and most likely burns like wasabi... oh my goodness, did i just say that?

im still here!

I gess not