December 2009
32 posts
Dec 31st
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drunk. our landlord is ass. won’t hire a real plumber to fix a fucking pipe so we have no water again.  3 bathrooms between 6 people and no flushing of toilets, no washing of dishes, no showering.  what a fucking cunt. worked tonight, of course,  this girl (that’s a lesbian and spent her entire night trying her damndest to pick me up) got so trashed she passed out on one of the...
Dec 31st
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“Hey are you guys gay?” “No?” “Good. Because me and my friend are drunk.  Follow me.” 
Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
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Decafe is the worst word in the english language.
Dec 20th
but for now, let me say without hope or agenda, just because it’s christmas— (and at christmas you tell the truth) to me, you are perfect and my wasted heart will love you
Dec 20th
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Dec 19th
Dec 19th
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I kind of wish that I would have started this blog when I started working at my bar so I could come and just tell non-sense/ridiculous stories about the regulars at my bar, how drunk I get, funny things drunk, middle aged, french canadians say and all the other stupid things that happen.  Unfortunately that is something that isn’t nearly as funny or interesting to anyone but me. Tonight...
Dec 17th
Dec 15th
Those shining stars are one of the special treats for people like us who live out in the wilderness.  Rich city folks live in fancy apartments, but their air is so polluted they can’t even see the stars.  We’d have to be out of our minds to want to trade places with any of them.
Dec 15th
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I would rather be toothless and shitty and having fun then fucking babely and bored out of my tits.
Dec 13th
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I have been living in a zombie like state lately.  I can’t sleep and when I do, it is during the day and I miss every hour of sunlight (which in this city, it feels like there is about.. an hour of, to begin with)  I am missing everyone, always.  Drunk almost every night, living in a daze almost every day.  Neglecting the pile of books by my bed and the half painted canvases lying around my...
Dec 13th
This is the most disturbing thing I have ever... →
(via desireexelyda) This made me cry and is exactly why I hate a large majority of humanity.
Dec 11th
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Green Party.
Dec 10th
Dec 9th
Dec 9th
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“Man, is she a virgin on top of all that?” “Definately. Until she gets married.” “Nooo!  What about oral?!” “Oh. Fuck no.  How boring is that!  Suck some dick you little girl!” “Haaha, ‘suck some dick you little whore’ is what I read!  Man, I would be so sad.” “hahahahhahaha, be so sad if she sucked...
Dec 9th
And nothing like a man with dogs to make me weak in the knees: WOULD, WOULD, WOULD, WOULD.
Dec 9th
Dec 8th
Wishlist.
Sigh..
Dec 8th
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Early religions were like muddy ponds with lots of foliage.  Concealed there, the fish of the soul could splash and feed. Eventually, however, religions became aquariums.  Then, hatcheries.  From far fingerling to frozen fish stick is a short swim. The Reverend Buddy Winkler was correct about Spike Cohen and Roland Abu Hadee: they did not glide in numb circles inside a glass box of religion.  In...
Dec 8th
How to pick up babes 101.
“Just ask him if he wants to do somthing naked later.” “Come on! It’s almost Christmas, it’s easy! Just tell him to pretend you’re a turkey,  ‘STUFF ME! STUFF ME!’ “
Dec 7th
WatchWatch
Dec 6th
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Life:  
Dec 5th
I the only thing I will ever need to fall asleep with/wake up to: Nap time.
Dec 4th
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Dec 4th
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Dec 2nd
Although they are few and far between, I love nice nights in with music, delicious food and books in bed. There are absolutely worse things than being alone.
Dec 2nd
Story of my fucking life:
Dec 2nd
This is what the inside of my brain looks like while I’m dreaming:
Dec 1st
Here’s a secret: Everyone, if they live long enough, will lose their way at some point. You will lose your way, you will wake up one morning and find yourself lost. This is a hard, simple truth. If it hasn’t happened to you yet, consider yourself lucky. When it does, when one day you look around and nothing is recognizable, when you find yourself alone in a dark wood having lost the...
Dec 1st