I come home to this everyday:


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I'm not the kind of man ( Read more... )

i think i realize now why i gave the shit up. the shock of a bullshit mundane lifestyle that's not given to me but shoved down my throat and up my ass at the same time. what may be expected of me? what the fuck to you expect? well it better be that after awhile even fucking someone in the ass with whatever strikes your fancy will get boring, and it ( Read more... )

My brother and his crew came back from Europe with gifts!

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My day is progressing happily. I know because of the thread of motivation I have. This is all accented by the memory of reading Bob Flannigan on the bus the other day. The hammering of his penis and all of the blood really made me squirm. This is affirmation of being alive after all. On the bus, the morning people blabbering away, and there I was ( Read more... )

I shouldn't have gone to the bar. Was shitty. Could've continued capturing video, but was distracted and it all sounded good, so off I went... to unexpected fucking hip hop night.

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My drinking is stupid. Got home at around 6:30, laid in bed thinking until I fell asleep. All of the beer made me tired. Woke up at 10:30 groggy and slightly sickly ( Read more... )

If you're in the Twin Cities today, you probably know the weather's shitty; just cold enough where the rain turns to snow, and the wind downtown suckles ass ( Read more... )

People are mostly a bunch of bastards. This is my observation of the day ( Read more... )

I've decided that it no longer matters and I'm doing whatever I want. What the hell?

The date of my death isn't predetermined. I don't care what anyone says, it's just not.

You can say whatever you want to me. It may not mean anything. It probably doesn't.

So take that bastards!