You can only hope
That alcohol can chase it all away. Yet the more I stare into this glass, the more I remember it all, and the more I want to leave this place and hope none of it follows me.
Yeah. I'm doing this.
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Feeling very 80’s these days… a little...
Listening to Lostprophets in my bed before going to sleep makes me think back to warm summer nights coming home from hanging out with the boys in my Jetta and cruising down 39 against the backdrop of the lake, windows down, sunroof open, and just letting life pass away. Life was simple then…
Some good weather, but I’m stuck at work AND have to print…
CLICK THE SQUARES. have a play
One White Blank Page
and a Swelling Rage.
Examine Your Thoughts
permastache: Thoughts create feelings; feelings create actions; actions create habits; habits are character.
I'm Sick and Tired of
the weather being so freaking terrible on the days that I have class…. I mean seriously? I haven’t seen ONE SINGLE DRY MONDAY OR WEDNESDAY since class has started. You know what that means? I have to drive my car, find some place to park, which entails me using a meter and paying the city $3 every time (while having to get up in class to add more money) and then having to drive it back...
some of my new work up shortly, I’m just hesitant b/c of the vultures round here. they may just be HEAVILY watermarked… we’ll see
This song is just in my brain this morning…...