"right about now, funk's your brother" is actually "right about now, funk soul brother"

on the drive home i turned up the music super loud and screamed. not necessarily even along with it, just in general. fuck was i pissed off. hypocrits really get my goat sometimes. haha ( Read more... )

i wanna go see boys night out march 9th in detroit. i think they may be playing with chiodos? i don't care, i'll drive. it's a friday. i'm in love more than ever ( Read more... )

( you can't buy smut this good )

please be aware i don't understand resizing just yet.
( c'mon, c'mon )

i am having the most annoying urge to be social. like. right this second. i think i'm just bored.

i can't wait until i can chew again.

so here's a funny story. my vicodin (sp?) is refillable through june. does that make ANY sense to you? "yes, i got my wisdom teeth out in decemeber, but they're starting to hurt now, so i think i'll refill this thankyouverymuch." what? but yeah. gonna emoty the bottles and get both my vicodin and super-strength motrin renewed. i predict no more ( Read more... )

every once in a while this book has an extraordinary line.

Human speech is like a cracked tin kettle, on which we hammer out tunes to make bears dance when we long to move the stars.

or, even better:

We must not touch our idols; the gilt sticks to our fingers.but the whole power of attourney and signing notes thing is confusing ( Read more... )

p.s. please someone tell me how to have fun again.