Living in suburbia ( Read more... )

I hate porn.
I'm more for naked bodies.

I think I might die.

the scarf is the eternal symbol of the indie artist.

sooo, I got jacked on friday night. I've yet to launch my gang war revenge ( Read more... )

March 7, 1988 ( Read more... )

I love pills
that cause me to tear up my mouth.
this is all I think about anymore!

I want to meet more friends, I want to go to more parties, I want to see more concerts.
LIVE IS BETTER. LIFE IS BEST!

what if I dropped out of school and enrolled in a personal study of chemical altered human behavior?
mom, support me in this.
right now it's my

I feel bad if I'm just a passing, fleeting blip in someone's life.
I'd rather be an island.

we're all on drugs. we all love drugs. the whole neighborhood is getting into ebomb ( Read more... )

I've learned from the greats
and I'm falling down in their foot steps.

now is a waiting period: school has started, I have one class. everyone else is busy and I just want to be back at monday night, cuddling with Mitch at Billy's--BILLY's!
sat. night = Frisky? we'll see how much sleep I feel like getting.
I really, really want to watch Spun.

we got unofficially kicked out of Micheal/John's house tonight. high school hang out time is over.

on the bright side, my 29-year-old step brother is pretty white trash and awesome. and thank you, Carl, for letting us bitch and spooning with us while we watched I Heart Huckabee's.