If you were a telephone, you'd still be off the hook.

these past few days and nights have been strange

you don't even read this bullshit,
but i just want you to know that i would never ever hurt you.



it seems like every time i wanna talk i'd just hate everything i'd say.

Please don't leave me here.

Could I even feel worse?


(Copyright: not mine)

truth.

"That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen." -Charles Bukowski, Women

Oh life, what else could go wrong with you?

End of the semester is approaching and I have 145452521 things to do.

Possible ideas for summer 2010:
Get a working bicycle.
Move into $100 a month nook.
Empty swimming pool.
Get a steady job.
Alienate friends more than I already have.
Live in New Hampshire.
Lose steady job.
Record CD.
Make more clothes that only I wear.