i'm pretty confidant.
that we (anyone who wants to) make poop jokes.
just to stay as close as possible to five years old.

momma doesn't like it when i talk about my farts.

i really enjoyed sundays.
it meant a day for sleeping in.
a day off of work.
the sunday paper with coffee and cigarettes.

lazy hazy sundays.

i could continue on with all the silly distractions.
but funny enough.
even those distractions always remind me of you.
especially when i let them kiss me.
and it goes oh so horribly.

your kiss was the best taste ever.
i can't help but want it back.

why did i get stabbed in my dream last night?

3 dvds.

the wedding date:

the darjeeling limited:

i could never be your women:

8 books.

in no particular order.

You'll be Okay my life with jack kerouac by edie kerouac - parker
Me Talk Pretty One Day by david sedaris
Dancing Away An Anxious Mind by robert rand
Addiction to Love by susan peabody
Valley of the Dolls by jacqueline susann
Stolen Hours by john ( Read more... )

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this is what i had better be doing with my significant other when we're worried about getting old.

love love love mad about you.

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my heart produces.
too much of everything.
heart:
i just can't handle that much.
chillthefuckout.
pretty please.
it's just too much.

i get cranky.
and moody.

bean.

he laughs when i say things like.
'well ruben would fuck a motha up!'

and he sends me home to rest.
because i got sick.

what a nice dude!

i know i'm lucky.

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