i know it
i know it
i know

i'm worth every dollar
every cent
that god ever spent on a human on rent
if i'm gonna die,
i'm gonna live until then

i am a jerk, it's my saturn return. i thought maybe it would be easier to write in here but it isn't. i don't deserve anything.

coffee with lots of milk, lots of sugar.

i am a hermit??? no one likes me? i am a douchebag who is afraid of the phone and never leaves their house or follows thru on plans. i am sad. i don't have any friends anymore.

my best friend is a tiny puppy and the love of my life is a pretty lady.

yesterday i went over to my girlfriend's house for what i thought was a "house dinner" but was actually a secret surprise birthday party for me including homemade icecream cake, homemade pizza, MY BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL FRIENDS, streamers, weed decorations and A SPECIAL SECRET PERFORMANCE BY MY FAVORITE BAND IN THE WORLD, SOURPATCH. it was a dream but ( Read more... )

pizza for one

what to do when you find a card from someone you love who has died, a check for you from their now closed bank account, an envelope with your name on it in their scrawl: i am not so sure.

something's gone

berkeley is weird and full of misogynist traveling juggalos but a dude just gave me a small paperbag full of shake at the park while i was walking charlie