I intend to go to Bradley's party, but I would like to catch a ride with someone traveling through Christmastown. Call or text my cellular telephone if you can oblige. I'm sure you have the number lying around somewhere.

And I hate you. Yes you. And all your friends. You're rude, inconsiderate, selfish, and immature. You don't deserve to have an awesome friend like me. You never call. Unless I have weed or booze or money. You're friends with way shittier people than me and you treat them better. You don't take me seriously when I say anything. You never ( Read more... )

I am so sad. I need a place to live. I have about $400 to my name. I have to get out in the next couples of weeks. Absolutely no exceptions. Anyone have a place for me and my cat? I need options. I am a desperate human.

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Why. The fuck. Hasn't anyone told me about Sukiyaki Western Django.

Fucker ate my post.

...I tell him that when he's a little bit older, that I will let him hunt the stars. And he will be my prince in the sky. Then I scratch his tummy.

California is fucking awesome. So is Sour Diesel. Christ.

Wisconsin tomorrow. Home in a week. Fun but stressful. Brian wants a puppy.

I already miss home. I hope my kitty is ok. Aw, kitty.

Complete solar eclipse, Friday August 1st. Look for it between 1pm and 2pm, I think.

( Lalala! Meme! )