There's something about the summer that stokes the fire of my neuroses. It could just be the fact that schools are out. And the presence of so many teenagers gamboling about in tight, little covens reminds me horribly of my high school years ( Read more... )

    Expect the unexpected.

kira's back yaaaaay.

some day very very soon i will have that Nikon D40 in my hands.
then all will be good in the world.
except for africa.
SORRY AFRICA.

i love M.I.A. gaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!

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gtfo.

seriously.

he's AMAZING. that's right, i said it.

   found a bunch of vicodin on friday. 
   passed out promptly at matapang [again] after taking two.
   got some wonderful candy for the future.

Last night after work i blazed up with Eff, Leif & Chris. Fun, fun. We drove around in circles in an empty parking lot, listening to The Shins and laughing hysterically. Then I went home and became fairly ( Read more... )

getting waterguns from k-mart & skeet skeeting all over tourists in tumon.

fiesta hotel and all the skanks that left so the party was again.

matapang and being too fucked up to care if i was laying in the sand.

waking up sunday and only working for 4 hours.

hanging out with pops & watching grandma's boy for the umpteenth time.

<3

Co-dependent. 
Hypocrite. 
Coward. 
Mama's boy.  
Control freak.

All you were good for were empty promises and half-assed reassurances. 
It's not sad. It's a damn good comedy, if you ask me.

The curtain's down.
You don't deserve an encore.

Myspace is being queer and telling everyone I'm online when I'm not.

Livejournal is more fun. It's like talking to myself and realizing that at least one person heard me.

Talk people. It's lonely in the stratosphere.

break

By far the most idiotic concept ever created. Introduced to the masses by friends when Ross and Rachel went on a "Break." Since then, when girls are too stupid, bitchy or confused to just break up with someone, the decide to "take a break." The terms definitions can vary to allow each partner to see other people during this time, or they can ( Read more... )

you just don't tell artists what to do.

we get fiesty and, worse yet, we don't listen.

i finally understand how i am addicted to addiction.

Woke up this morning and it seemed to me,
that every night turns out to be
A little more like Bukowski.
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read.
But God who'd wanna be?
God who'd wanna be such an asshole?