follow me, to the shipwrecked shores of a dark and strange country.

[whiskeyandashes]

yes. i have a scooter. how very good. very very good. its all new and red and fast and fucking cool. yep. its raining right now though. boo.

job hunting time is at hand again. what a terrible time...its so detrimental to my emotional well being, not to mention my self esteem.
oh, and jobs suck.

a lot.

my birthday is on monday. thats right, im a 21 year old nigga. and as excited as i am, im sort of scared. i mean 21 is such a mythical type age. i mean all of this is surreal because 21 always seemed so far away. almost too far. and now its here and...i dont know...
at all.

i have overdue books from the uf library.

i found my own dealer up here. its awesome. he doesnt want to be friends like all my old dealers. none of this, "why dont you hang out with me, it seems like youre just here to get pot." this dude knows thats all im there for. i say hi, pick up my shit and take off...were making a business transaction not a long-lasting personal connection.

woody harrelson = good people.

im obsessed with this band Bishop Allen that chris "the gay" rae burned for me. sooooo good. giddy music.

i want my license plate to say "F H8RS".

~a to the jizzo.