i wish that i would
have kept in contact with more
people from high school.
biked eighteen and a
half miles yesterday, now
my gooch hates me. fuck.
When I get a pug, I’m going to name it Thug.
Thug the pug.
When I get a weiner dog, I’m going to name it Low Rider.
i can’t wait to own animalz with youuuu
writing this haiku
entirely from shitter.
what up now suckaaa!!!
tonight (hopefully)
i will begin the process
of quitting smoking.
some days i can just
fire these things off, but others
i can’t think of shit.
*EDIT 3.17.12; JUST REALIZED THE SECOND LINE OF THIS ONE IS ONE SYLLABLE TOO LONG AND THAT IS FUCKING EMBARRASSING.
my roommate tells me
to use a pizza pan, i
don’t in spite of him.
why do people take
painkillers when there is no
pain to kill? shit sucks.
it honestly kills
me to watch some of my friends
throw their lives away.
