Tony's decided that my bed is more comfortable than his, therefore we're staying here at dad's a few times a week. We've got the pool here, laundry, and an almost endless supply of food. The only downside is that we're about 8 miles from downtown, and Shelby eats cat turds ( Read more... )

I have 94 dollars to last me two weeks. So my spending will probably consist of a pack of cigarettes every two days and a tank of gas. Lovely. I don't even have the money to pay dad for the month, and there's no way I can afford a tattoo ( Read more... )

Beside being a pee-on at work, the world has begun to correct itself ( Read more... )

I've decided that I really want to inflict harm upon those at the Jazz Jubilee. Vendors, patrons, children, all of them ( Read more... )

Between joking about getting married and feeling awkward at home, I'm really beginning to think that I want my own place. It doesn't make any sense to move out right now, and I can't afford it, but there's things I want to do without feeling guilty. I feel awful that I'm never home. I want to be in a place where I can come home and it feels like ( Read more... )

So Tony and I are going to try to be parents ( Read more... )

My friends have gone awkward on me.

I'm fucking sick of it being this way.

I'm sorry about my earlier post.

I've just been up and down.

Things are okay. I'm okay.

Sleep is now.

I needed you today.
Even if it was for only 5 minutes.

Swaying with the night wind,
letting it conform, consuming me.
The mists are far more inviting;
they choose to listen.
For wind swept ears tell lies
And I lose myself.