day 4: burnt as fuck.
day 5: burnt as fuck.
day 6: still burnt as fuck.

i still cant wear pants.

day 2: burnt and drunk ( Read more... )

an excerpt from kerouac's on the road:

"LA." I loved the way she said "LA"; I love the way everybody says "LA" on the Coast; it's their one and only golden town when all is said and done.

its friday nite..and this is what im doing. i hate my life ( Read more... )

frankie's got nothin on me.

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t minus 364 days and counting. a road trip to vegas, a nap, a nudge, an i do..then its just you and me and the devil's bastard child, who we lovingly refer to as angel.

you are right, i would make a good mom.

please dont be sick mi pobre diabetico. i really dont know what i'd do without you.

p.s. you gave me your promise that you wouldnt die on me, and i will hold you to it.

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