hazzards to humans and domestic animals. causes skin and eye irritation.
so i'm not really sure if moving two hours away at the end of this month will be my destiny.
it seemed like a good idea.
but realistically, i doubt i'd survive.
there are probably deeper meanings that i don't feel like looking at.
meh.
i'm rarely home.
been doing a lot, i suppose.
going places, seeing things.
thursday tyler, lindz, and tracey unexpectedly stopped over 10 minutes after i got in the door.
they slept over.
we drank a little. laughed a little. almost got into a fight with the neighborhood fuck faces. felt like killing.
so we went big fuckin skulling.
pictures when i find the cord to upload them with.
friday went away to brian's.
nick soon followed.
went out to saint fucking paul for irish fucking festival for a free flogging molly show.
it was pretty boring.
saw a ton of people i knew.
and used to know.
smoggy gave brian’s mohawk a b minus.
haha.
sucker.
dog humping nick and brian… them enjoying it….
asshole security guards telling us to "put it away, the cops are on there way, this is your warning"
wanted to be wasted then, now.
where's my fake id?
went to nicks after.
got drunk.
with homies.
whatever.
brian and i walked to lightrail at about 1am? couldn't maintain false-sobriety. but luckily i wasn't as gone as the dude who FELL ONTO THE LIGHTRAIL TRACKS. and i couldn't stop laughing at the fucking drunk.
which reminds me of something eyeball said at irish fest.
"when i was little, i thought moshpits were actually holes in the ground at concerts that people would beat eachother up in"
hahahahaaa.
what day is it today?
i've rarely got a sense of time.
i'm ussually really angry and feel like killing.
or maybe i'm just angry at this second so it seems like i'm always angry.
evil.
someone told me to "let go" once.
but i don't fucking wanna.
i'd rather keep this anger and rage built up inside me.
so the day someone fucks with me hard enough...
i'll snap.
pooof.fff.f.ff..f
zing.
fucking assholes.
might be moving into a certain punk house.
sounds good.
everything in my house is packed pretty much.
need a record player.
(left the TWO i had at the fucking kremlin..)
so badly i want to see big fuckin skull's halloween show in a different state, ...but there is a 'no girlfriend' policy.
most likely because of one of the skull's DUMB girlfriends no one seems to like behind her back.
hahaha.
whatever.
i'm not feeling very understanding or accepting right now.
try again later.
although hearing from brit at pointless fest right now lifted my spirits.
awesome is brit: I thrashed so hard to drop dead, municipal waste, and limp wrist for you
i wish i was thrashin.
fuuuuuckkkkkkk.
wish i could be in Philadelphia right now.
weds. will be fucking sweet though.
and saturday's going away party for a certain two spectacular individuals...
alright.
things are lovely.
got lot's of alchohol.
all i need.
fuck you.
“count yer blessings”
okay. charlotte’s not dead after her cancer surgery.
she’s one of the few people i’d pretty much do anything for.
we’re going to wear viles of each others blood round our necks.
need more charlotte.
love.