The happiest piece of shit.

The dog was standing in the kitchen, smiling with a mouthful of feathers. She dropped the dead hen on the tile floor as I clawed at her collar ( Read more... )

This past weekend was rainbows and dirt under my fingernails ( Read more... )

Sidenote: the message has been received. Loud and clear.

At least, as clear as the damned mess we made of things could be.

Finding happiness, for me, is like swatting at a horsefly ( Read more... )

I've got what is most certainly the taste of blind courage lingering in my mouth ( Read more... )

My life is a fucking dream, these days.

Ignoring texts that I don't care about responding to, meeting up with people that I want, being fickle and not giving a damn.

The car passed smog and I'm about to have the best summer of my life. God. Damn.

Old W and New W.

As it turns out, I've got better things to do with my time.

I feed like a baleen whale. Traveling and filtering, traveling and filtering until the day I die ( Read more... )

I woke up late today and had trouble getting out of bed. I've been having this problem a lot lately ( Read more... )