Bali, Bali, Bali ( Read more... )

Nobody on my friends list posts enough anymore.

I'm tired, tired, oh so fucking tired. I just want to sleep, but I can't. I'm at work and my eyes are heavy and my thoughts are heavier still knowing that after I finish this job I have a half an hour until I start my next job. Everything looks a little bit duller today. There's not as much shine, and everything feels just a little bit dirtier than ( Read more... )

So I was just checking over my profile to see how many of my interests I'm still interested in. (Which was nearly all of the them by the way). While reading my user info section I noticed I wrote "Ever layed in a bath tub full of bean bag beans?" or something to that effect. I had completely forgotten about the time I did that and just remembering ( Read more... )

I've got a feeling that tonight's going to be a good, good night.

Quick post for anyone who gives a shit.

Feeling good lately. Everything at home is awesome again after the messyness of ladies day. I think we're a lot closer now. Some people over-reacted. Some people got way too drunk and fucked shit up. Everyone talked it out (after everything ( Read more... )

The sky is bleeding and it's red, red, red.

So I haven't posted in a while. In a long while. I just haven't felt the need or want to. If I had got my shit together and replaced my laptop then I probably would have done it one time when I was bored. Today I felt like posting though, it has a lot to do with a certain situation that I'm not really sure ( Read more... )

Somewhere between Delaware, America and Broome, Australia is a parcel containing Uno Attack. This parcel is intended for me from a sender I hardly know at all. I think that's pretty fucking cool. In return I shall I take a photo of the iconic beach that is walking distance from my house, I shall then print it on a canvas at work and then it too ( Read more... )

Sex on wheels and rubber balls.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMY YOU SEXY HUNK OF STUD.

I LOVE YOU LIKE A RICH KID LOVES TRUST FUNDS. OR LIKE A POOR KID LOVES SOUPKITCHENS. OR LIKE A HOMELESS KID LOVES DISCARDED NEWSPAPER AND PARK BENCHES. OR LIKE A ADD KID LOVES SUGAR. OR LIKE A GINGER KID LOVES FOUNDATION. OR LIKE I LOVE JAGERBOMBS.

Love you dude, you're awesome.

Those eyes. Those fucking eyes. The image of those eyes has been seared into my memory and I can't even remember her name. Unfortunately I doubt I ever will. Fucking Jagerbombs.