Goddamn I love bitches, Especially when they only suck dick and wash dishes, Cook and clean and grant my wishes.

My Response.

Click The Box.

Just Like Bums We Used to Stay in the Slums of LA by the Way Gang-Bangers Killin' Each Other for Rep, Sellin' Rock Cocaine on my Doorstep.

Oh man.

Here I Go.

Blogging Again.

No Depressed.

No Mad.

Happy. :)

Finally.

Even Though I Decide to Get Fucked Up and Break My Foot.

I'm Going Home in a Week.

I'm Excited.

I Miss My Mom.. a aot.

The Real World Sucks Assholes.

Fo Sho.

I Work in a Headshop.

Which is Most Definitely the Job for Me.

I Should (actually) Be Starting School in the Fall.

I Finally Feel Like Im Doing good...

Thats Pretty Cool.

So, How's Your Life?

Praying To A God, That I Don't Believe In.

Theres no reason to be pissed or upset.

he can have you...

Im No Longer In Pieces.

I've Realized That You Weren't Supposed to Happen.

I Should Have Known That After Logan...

Don't Get Me Wrong I Did Love You With Everything But Now...

You've Hurt Me. More Than Once.

You Can Have South Carolina.

I Wanna Forget Every Second I Was There.

Shady People, Dick Cops, And Dirt Weed.

I'm Ready To Talk But You May Not Want To Wait Till My Mood Changes a Little.

Have Fun With Homeboy.

Maybe You Can Work Harder on Your Next Relationship.

i cant get this shit out of my head...

Someone save me with a .45.

get it out; let it out....

shes obviously moved on.

why cant i?

What have you done to me....

Unhappy

I've Got a Little Herb Tree, In My Garden.

I Ended It.

I'm Unhappy But...

This Ensure's I'll Be Happy Next Month, And The Month After That.

No More Drama.

No More Trust Issues.

No More More Fucking Around.

Now I Need College.

Booze.

And a Cigarette.

One Love.

BANG!...

i really dont care.

my brain is fried.

had a fucked up day.

its was all around weird.

If we suddenly fall should I scream out? Or keep very quite and cling to my mouth as I'm crying So frightened of dying, relax, yes, I'm trying

it's six thirty in the morning...

Mardi Gras....

Things are looking up...hopefully by tuesday ill pay brandon off

then fat tuesday is all profit...

south carolina bound...

My Mood For The Whole Day Is Shot.

I Woke Up From The Most Fucked Up Dream I've Ever Had.

And Now I Can't Get Into A Better Mood.

I Feel Like Curling Up Into A Ball And Never Talking To Anyone Again.

Why Do I Do This To Myself?

I Love Her So Much.

From So Far Away.

And I Worry.

I Get Jealous.

Then After Being Jealous I Feel Like Shit.

Like Im A Control Freak Or Something.

And I Hate That.

The Only Thing I Want Is For Her To Be Happy.

But If It Were With Someone Else It Would Kill Me.

But I Just Don't Know What To Do.

All I Know Is...

I Love You So Much Baby.

I Can't Wait Till After Mardi Gras To See You.

If Mary Drops My Baby Girl Tonight; I Would Name Her Rock-N-Roll...

It's Been A Weird Few Weeks.

Me And Courtney Are Good If Any Of You Blog Stalkers Feel The Need To Know.

Hopefully She Really Comes To Nola...

Keeping My Dreams In My Head For The Time Being.

It's Been Two Weeks Since I've Worked on Bourbon.

Its Amazing.

I Don't Think I've Ever Been Happier...

I Just Started Work At The Shamrock....

Shits Dope.

Locals.

Bullshit Is Granted, But Its Not Bourbon. :)

Its Sad I Can't Really Write When I'm Happy...

BYE.

Jumping On And Off My Sex Pistols Bullets!

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