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Im going to warn everyone right now, everything I am about to tell you is true.  These events transpired within a twenty-four hour period.

10:00 a.m. Monday February 14th- I awake at Sean Donovans house to severe soberness.  I pack my things up, piss in a beer bottle and take Sean to his class.  I search for a parking spot for over an hour and ( Read more... )

Folks. This is it. The culmination of a thousand drunken weekends, A thousand cashed bowls, A few dozen piles of puke, and three (so far) communities of college kids ( Read more... )

The realization that a 12 pack of yuengling will give you one or two good memories, and a keg of yuengling will give you a hundred stories you wont remember ( Read more... )

Tonight is spent

Pretending this razor is your lips

Its finding ways to kiss me

Deeply on the wrists..........

I loved what I had, Its impossible to get it back

Thats not a cry for help.  It did, however, seem an appropriate way to delve back into this thing.  This horrible emotional containment machine.  Its not good enough I feel shitty at some ( Read more... )

I am taking a break from livejournal right now. As I am sure everyone reading this knows, I lost someone very close to me over the break. When something like that happens it makes me realize how selfish a person I am and how insignificant the things I worry about are. This was all very therapeutic for me, but I need a hiatus from posting. I ( Read more... )

Tonight was a pretty damn good night ( Read more... )

"Bells will be ringing, the sad sad tune.  Oh what a christmas, to have the blues.  My babies gone, and I have no friends. So Happy Christmas once again."

That is the most fucked up christmas song ever.  You can find it in Home Alone when the mom is taking the bus back home with John Candy.  Dude, I believe THAT is the reason suicide rate is so ( Read more... )

I stole the title quote from a friend and turned it around so it made more sense to me....which I guess would mean I didnt steal it but rather was inspired by it. Anyway(s) (Im not totally sure if there should be an S on the end of that) not a whole lot been going on here in the Bradenton. I hung out with some awesome old friends last night; ( Read more... )

To sing the title correctly, you must use the tune of "Margaritaville" by J.Buffet. If you still cant correctly sing it, I suck. Bradenton is a really wonderful place to visit. God, I have the most vivid dreams that involve people in my life in them. I bet they can give you pills so you dont remember your dreams for people who have like ( Read more... )