C.O.D.Y
friday was spent w sean and the boys. i like how this has potential to become a friday night routine. (im a taurus, we like routine) i likeeee. alcohol free friday. GOOD JOB ADRI!
saturday at lea's place. andreanna was sober, ronald slightly high, i was jumping (not flying yet), and lea was pretty much gone.
then it was supper with my boys. <3
i look like fuck in the photos. heh but LOVE t them still fr being as retarded as i am.
sunday was emo night on the ledge. say 1-2-3 love.
to hear you heartbeat pound the alcohol around your body. now that is something you just cant miss.
and monday night with Ong Poh Siang the slacker.
first photo is 3 o my favorite ppl at work. tgt we make one gay, one bung, one bi, one straight. we're the motley crue. i chope tommy lee.
he really should get DB for taking MC so many fucking times. boy, yer a clerk. just go for army la. and we realise that we really are losers. L TO THE O TO S-E-R-S. we ghetto but we drink earl grey. :D LOVE.
the shorts and lights. 200 degrees at your fingertips. baby, you float and you roll with the punches; but when you just cant cut it, whos going to snort and shoot? table settings for four, and the decency you crave. you know you are lonely. and guess what, (WHAT?), so are we.
Come On, Die Young
saturday at lea's place. andreanna was sober, ronald slightly high, i was jumping (not flying yet), and lea was pretty much gone.
then it was supper with my boys. <3
i look like fuck in the photos. heh but LOVE t them still fr being as retarded as i am.
sunday was emo night on the ledge. say 1-2-3 love.
to hear you heartbeat pound the alcohol around your body. now that is something you just cant miss.
and monday night with Ong Poh Siang the slacker.
first photo is 3 o my favorite ppl at work. tgt we make one gay, one bung, one bi, one straight. we're the motley crue. i chope tommy lee.
he really should get DB for taking MC so many fucking times. boy, yer a clerk. just go for army la. and we realise that we really are losers. L TO THE O TO S-E-R-S. we ghetto but we drink earl grey. :D LOVE.
the shorts and lights. 200 degrees at your fingertips. baby, you float and you roll with the punches; but when you just cant cut it, whos going to snort and shoot? table settings for four, and the decency you crave. you know you are lonely. and guess what, (WHAT?), so are we.
Come On, Die Young