I was looking for a pen and the one I found I couldn’t get to work at first. I kept pulling on it and eventually, I pulled it in half to reveal a short blade. t was a secret pen knife.
Being home is good.
My sister has many secret weapons, apparently. There’s a lipstick knife lying around somewhere too.
Sweatpants: Check.
Whiskey: Check
Checklist done.
coal so hard
mofuckers wanna mine me
I always have wondered why some people drop out their senior year.
Now, I get it.
Sitting on the porch, listening to folk music, and watching arms of lighting reach toward those distant hills makes me think life is all right.
*my porch is a 3’ by 4’ slab of cemented beauty.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/75906364@N08/with/6812587293/
new flickr account for my work stuff
Some people find me quite unsociable.
that moment when you end a skype call and forget that skype paused the extremely loud gangsta rap you were listening to and now it’s blasting.
thug life - my favorite kind of life.
