Friday, February 17, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
...guilt of the insomniac. Really though, it all makes sense. I can't sleep because of the subconscious blame game I play every night... It's becoming more and more obvious that the only place I can confront my demons is in my dreams. But how do I make it go away?
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
So I've decided what I wanna do for my 22nd birthday... Cali. I've never been west of Arkansas, and it would just be awesome. Like there's no other way to describe that shit. Here's a list of shit I wanna do.
1. Blow trees with Overdoz.
2. Get my nails done at KLEUR
3. Go to In N Out Burger
4. Walk down Rodeo
5. Go to a chill ass house party with random hipsters I met hours before. I'm talking bitches making out in a dry bath tub, green haze, indie music, whimsical outfits.... all'at
6. Rollerblade down a boardwalk in ass-shorts.
7. Go to a concert at the Roxy
...now to find a way to get there without having to resort to solicitation.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
The day that I renounce all logic in favor of emotion is the day that I know that I have officially fucked up.
Today is that day.
I have indeed fucked up.
...I could insert a multitude of witty, sarcastic remarks ab emotion and it's irrelevance, but look where that's gotten me... Yep. *pulls covers over head*