So, lately? I don't know. Sleeping in the eye of the storm. Finding lost treasures. Losing my mind ( Read more... )

Stay put
Step backwards
Run away

All such bad choices in the end.
I'm running out of places to go.
I'm running out of time.
Out of breath.

Seriously. Stop. I really don't feel like making this private.
It's not like I have anything to hide, but I'm really, really sick of you reading my personal shit.
It's fucking invasive.

Lady Luck has definitely been on my side lately, thee main points being ( Read more... )

This morning I woke up and realized something very important: I shouldn't work for foreigners. This is entirely from a lazy person's perspective, and has nothing to do with hating oulandish people and being an immigrant - what with me being one. The problem is foreign people, as I see it, is that they work too damn hard. Except for me, because I ( Read more... )

double this drink up into the tallest glass you got.
you know i aint used to sleeping all alone.

if i could get so high i'll leave behind my problems,
take em out with the empty bottles!

someday i will call from a payphone in a truckstop on the road
and i'll tell you how much better off ive've been, on my own.

fuck you

1. Living in the Westside is driving me a little crazy. The whole window vs. door thing is fun and hilarious but please stop coming to my room and knocking and asking me if I want corn, at three in the morning. Yes I know you had a very good time at your friend's house and perhaps had a little too much to drink but I would really like some privacy ( Read more... )

Why am I trying to save up money for an apartment in los angeles when I could probably take what I have now and next month's check and just bounce up north ( Read more... )

And I say: GET OUT!