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Immah break it down and get all emo on ya.
I wish I could open my mouth without fucking everything up.
The bike is out. It's just not gonna happen. I've basically soothed myself with the thought of getting one next year, since I'll be 25 and insurance will be cheaper. So here's to trying to lie to myself to trick myself into feeling better.
A man wants to be your first love. A woman wants to be your last.
I'm sitting here flipping channels between Miami Ink and Pinks. I can't pick which to stay on. Some guy on a 1983 suzuki 1100 just beat out a 2002 V-rod. This guy rolls up on a $4,000 bike and beat out (and subsequently took home) an $18,000 bike. That's badass. It's funny, if you want to watch a grown man cry, make him put his pink slip on a race, then lose. This guy was 100% badass tough guy until he lost, then he turns into some mewling, puking infant. Flip. Back to Miami ink. Watching people get all manner of tattoo.
I'm seeking atonement.
I'm going back under the needle as soon as I have the scratch to fund it. I still want to get my wings done. I'm finally happy with the drawings I've done lately. However the germ of an idea for something else is forming in my mind. That and my sister just got a piece on her wrist (not my favorite place for ink, but to each their own). I just wish she'd have told me sooner, let me draw it up for her, instead of just calling me from the car on her way to get it done. Alas.
OH MY FUCKING GOD. Panic at the disco just made a video for "I write sins not tragedies". Holy shit. Watching it now I see that it's ridiculous. But the song (and the band) still totally kickass. I should go back to my diff eq work, and not watch tv. I won't be sleeping tonight anyways.
Sunday is just another day. I want to say that I wish it were tuesday. But really I wish it was tuesday and that tuesday was over with. That makes no sense. And if you don't know what I'm talking about you probably shouldn't.
Alston finally passed away. My parents drove from DC to Macon for the funeral. I'm glad he's not hurting anymore. I'll miss him.
I just hope my wall doesn't get smattered with happy birthday shit. I've never liked that, it happens to everybody's profile. It's cheap. It's a 7 second thought from a person that wouldn't have even known it was your birthday if facebook hadn't reminded them when they logged in. Just don't bother.
Or maybe I'm just in a bad mood and would be more upset if nobody remembered.
I see her in that outfit and my only thought is how much better it would look on you. I wish I could fucking speak english.
Y'all have no idea just how fake my smile is.
and yet, still
much love~
I wish I could open my mouth without fucking everything up.
The bike is out. It's just not gonna happen. I've basically soothed myself with the thought of getting one next year, since I'll be 25 and insurance will be cheaper. So here's to trying to lie to myself to trick myself into feeling better.
A man wants to be your first love. A woman wants to be your last.
I'm sitting here flipping channels between Miami Ink and Pinks. I can't pick which to stay on. Some guy on a 1983 suzuki 1100 just beat out a 2002 V-rod. This guy rolls up on a $4,000 bike and beat out (and subsequently took home) an $18,000 bike. That's badass. It's funny, if you want to watch a grown man cry, make him put his pink slip on a race, then lose. This guy was 100% badass tough guy until he lost, then he turns into some mewling, puking infant. Flip. Back to Miami ink. Watching people get all manner of tattoo.
I'm seeking atonement.
I'm going back under the needle as soon as I have the scratch to fund it. I still want to get my wings done. I'm finally happy with the drawings I've done lately. However the germ of an idea for something else is forming in my mind. That and my sister just got a piece on her wrist (not my favorite place for ink, but to each their own). I just wish she'd have told me sooner, let me draw it up for her, instead of just calling me from the car on her way to get it done. Alas.
OH MY FUCKING GOD. Panic at the disco just made a video for "I write sins not tragedies". Holy shit. Watching it now I see that it's ridiculous. But the song (and the band) still totally kickass. I should go back to my diff eq work, and not watch tv. I won't be sleeping tonight anyways.
Sunday is just another day. I want to say that I wish it were tuesday. But really I wish it was tuesday and that tuesday was over with. That makes no sense. And if you don't know what I'm talking about you probably shouldn't.
Alston finally passed away. My parents drove from DC to Macon for the funeral. I'm glad he's not hurting anymore. I'll miss him.
I just hope my wall doesn't get smattered with happy birthday shit. I've never liked that, it happens to everybody's profile. It's cheap. It's a 7 second thought from a person that wouldn't have even known it was your birthday if facebook hadn't reminded them when they logged in. Just don't bother.
Or maybe I'm just in a bad mood and would be more upset if nobody remembered.
I see her in that outfit and my only thought is how much better it would look on you. I wish I could fucking speak english.
Y'all have no idea just how fake my smile is.
and yet, still
much love~