I'd just like to state that in the past 3 years I have moved 7 times. It's getting pretty old. Why can't I escape the south?

Merry mother fucking Christmas.

I get to spend this lovely holiday season with my love, and in 2 weeks I'm moving.

Life is so fucking good.

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Every time I watch a super long documentary about symbols, secret agendas, the government, the corruption of food, religion, the natural person vs corporations and the human body I feel like my entire life and how I perceive things is completely changed.

I love information.

And of course I get food poisoning the night before Thanksgiving.

Should have seen this coming.

"I promise to blow my smoke in the other direction and make gross faces every time I take a drag to reassure you that they taste like both the exhaust from a charter bus and Satan's asshole."
I'm so considerate.

I don't want December to happen. I don't want Christmas to come. My Christmas is going to fucking suck. It's already been ruined. I've always looked forward to it, but I'd give anything to have that entire month and everything that goes along with it gone. I have this constant anxiety because I know, but at the same time I don't really know. ( Read more... )

My favorite part about life right now is how everything is just suddenly falling in place.

I regret nothing.

Last night I had a dream in which I owned the coolest belt buckle I've ever seen. And then I lost it.

Damn.