The closest I've felt to "normal" these past days was just now when I talked to Poopie for like an hour on the phone. And I think the only reason I felt that way is because it brought me back to the weekend ( Read more... )

I hate this crap. I hate being back here and having to live life the retarded way. I hate my routine and I hate having to work every second of my life and still not have money to do anything ( Read more... )

Bonnaroo was amazing yet again. I must admit that upon arriving there it felt a little weird.. different. Not really different, but I wasn't as excited, or maybe I just wasn't as in shock as I was last time since I've already done it before. I was actually kind of scared to go this year because I had a feeling that I may feel like that. ( Read more... )

...or as close to it as i can get right now.
bonnaroo details later, but i'm home safe.

Saturday we couldn't fall asleep until around 8am. Around 8:30 we are woken up by a loud ass guitar outside of my window. Steven thought it was just my neighbors so he stormed around my whole comeplex (in his underpants) trying to find where it was coming from and tell them to shut up ( Read more... )

next saturday night. what will come of it? who knows. do you ( Read more... )

My DEMF pictures are pretty lame this year, that's what happens when my sidekick decides that New Zealand is sweeter than anything else. So if you have any complaints contact Erin D ( Read more... )

I'd write about it, but is it truly necessary? You know what I did, you know I had fun, you know I danced, you know I raged my favorite Detroit weekend. That's all I really have to say ( Read more... )

STOP TEXTING ME YOU IDIOTS. ITS 50 CENTS EVERY TIME YOU DO THAT SHIT AND MY PHONE BILL HAS GONE UP 10 DOLLARS SNCE THIS FUCKING WEEKEND.

This weekend was nuts. It started Thursday because I had Friday off ( Read more... )