I woke up way to late this way, it seems like every other day. Where I don’t know why I try. Is it you? Is it me? Is it everything? So here I go so far away from a place where I know I can’t say. So if you feel so old and lame, and you will, or so young and under pained, and you don’t know why you try for the thing that you dream that is everything… So here we all go so far away from a place where I know we can’t see.
Fuck you brain, and more importantly, fuck your friend. That fucker causes me way too much trouble.
“Tempered over burning witches.”
This is what me and my brothers got to drink for our vacation. In case you were wondering, yes it is real, and yes they sell holy grail replicas on the website.
Everything decides to go fuck nut crazy. I am fucking trapped here. It’s a wonder I haven’t started offing people yet. Myself included. For just fucking once it would be nice if something went right. Or if everything is going to blow it would be nice to have someone to enjoy the misery with. I just wish it was easier. And the thought of you makes it easier. I fucking hate everything.
The Thankstini. A fun and delicious new novelty drink I invented. Cranberry juice, potato vodka and a bouillon cube. Tastes just like a turkey dinner…..Barney Stinson
Ever wake up and read a drunk text that is so bad you literally start to panic before it dawns on you that you were SO drunk you couldn’t figure out how to send it? Yeah that wasn’t fun, but I guess my total stupidity paid off, at least a little.
Sick of being alone. Sick of being forgotten. Sick of not saying what I so desperately want to. When’s my time? Where’s my Lois? When does it get better? I guess I never will be, she’s with superman, and it doesn’t. I need something. Anything. Nope didn’t think so.