hey lookin good, great job haven't puked in over 5 hours  awesome.

fucking fuck fuck

i took a liking to this sign on the walk home from munjoy last night

shes a big one!

i've got a real nice open wound on my hand from what i believe were the staples that originally held this baby up.  yep yep good find.

deanna captured these precious moments this weekend

heh heh heh yesssza

so last night as i was walking back from ben's, directly after saying goodbye to chelsea on the phone, i proceeded to slip, fall and snap my phone right in half. FUCK fuck fuck. now. i am hungover to the max and my day is gonna be all about this:

V8 and black sabbath. thats all i need...

it's a greasy tuesday morning for myself. great. great job.

awh man.  i am a lonely lady

 need some wanting

wasteofpaintofspaceoftime

everybody sucks

it's cool, we can still be friends

lately, i am unwell

Yeah, you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek
Yeah, you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek
Yeah, you still kiss me sometimes, but it's just on the cheek
You pull away so easily

And I still call you, but I get your machine
yeah I still call you, but I get your machine
And if I'm lucky I guess, It's your roommate answering
But you're at the bar, or at Gene's

And we go to dinner, but you won't hold my hand
We sit at the same table, we don't play with our feet
Yeah we still go to dinner sometimes, but we don't sneak a kiss
When the waitress turns around

And we still watch movies, but we don't share the couch
Yeah we still rent movies, but we don't share the couch
Yeah, we still watch movies sometimes, but you don't lay in my lap
The plot is slow, take a nap

And you even stay over, but now we stay in our clothes
Yeah, you'll even sleep over, but now we stay in our clothes
Yeah, you even sleep over sometimes, but we stay in our clothes
I'm only there so that you're not alone

And you say that I hurt you, in a voice like a prayer
Yeah, you say that I've hurt you, and your voice is like a prayer
Yeah, well maybe I hurt you sometimes, but let's contrast and compare
Lift up your shirt, the wound isn't there

I guess that your truth, is just the ghost of your lies
I guess your kind of truth, is just the ghost of your lies
Yeah, your kind of truth, darling, is just the ghost of your lies
I see through them all the time
So I'm pouring some whiskey, I'm gonna get drunk
Yeah, I'm pouring myself some whiskey, I'm going to get really fucking drunk
I'm pouring some whiskey right now, I'm going to get so, so drunk
That I pass out, forget your face, by the time I wake up.

gross, i suck.