Al Capone's guns don't argue.
I would be whining and complaining how utterly horrible this day was/is...
But Vince called me.
And yes.
Angels with trumpets and little floating pink & red cartoon hearts.
I love that man. You hear me? L-O-V-E.
After my parents ditched me at the theater and the movie was sold out so I couldn't get in...I went to Waffle House. Where two redneck motherfuckers proceeded to write me messages scribbled on napkins (thrown away) and offered me a ring made out of a dollar. (thrown back at them, landing in their food)
Oh. I wasn't aware of how popular my journal was. I just wanted to give a big X-Mas shout-out to my "fans".
(You know who you are. Which is a good thing. Since I don't.)
But Vince called me.
And yes.
Angels with trumpets and little floating pink & red cartoon hearts.
I love that man. You hear me? L-O-V-E.
After my parents ditched me at the theater and the movie was sold out so I couldn't get in...I went to Waffle House. Where two redneck motherfuckers proceeded to write me messages scribbled on napkins (thrown away) and offered me a ring made out of a dollar. (thrown back at them, landing in their food)
Oh. I wasn't aware of how popular my journal was. I just wanted to give a big X-Mas shout-out to my "fans".
(You know who you are. Which is a good thing. Since I don't.)