let's move to coney island and sleep a while.

i'm still a scumbag sometimes.

let the reconstruction begin once more.

these burgers...are crazy

why can't i just say what needs to be said, ask what needs to be asked, and move on? why is everything so much easier to write down in a notebook and just keep to myself? at what point did it all blur?

maybe i'm tired of being a friend all the time.

what in the fuck am i doing up at 5:30 in the morning?

night.

it might not be my fight to pick, but you just don't fucking do that. you don't.

why does shit like this have to happen to the people i love?

what the fuck is with me getting dealt the crazy bitch card? what is that shit? tonight's been a complete blur thanks to magic hat and yet still i feel i didn't quite get rid of her.

i'm so lost.

i'm thinking 23rd birthday, the johnny cash silhouette's got one hell of a chance of going on my arm. I've been mulling over a decent tattoo for a while now. it's about time. the man in black, fading as it reaches his feet. what a fucking sweet tat.

now i've just got to get over that fear of needles.

i, for the most part, am straight foward with people. if something just isn't working out, i'm willing to go for broke to work it out, but if i have a giant pile of nothing and the other person think it's a mountain of jewels; what then? how in the hell can you fight over dating when you're not actually dating? is there really such thing as a "hang ( Read more... )

all i want right now is to be really stoned and to be watching cartoons. find me a suitable partner. you know you can.

this year has, in the simpliest of two word phrases, "been fucked". i still can't wrap my head around the whole thing; a couple peaks, plenty of valleys and the likes. but hey, it was worth it i suppose.

in other news, everyone should make an attempt to come ransack my house as the ball drops.

I had a really weird dream about my grandmother's house last night. it's been fucking with my head so bad. it's been eons, but it was just like yesterday. everything was just as i last remembered it. same kitchen table, same patio, same bulkhead, my grandmother's room was pristine as usual. even the television we used ot watch wheel of fortune on ( Read more... )