i love new york.

i love my two sweet boys. i could just cry.

On the other hand, I'm loving life w/out NYC so far, so maybe it's irrelevant whether the fuck I'm ever there or not. Everything's impermanent anyway, so my visit would only be a visit and nothing lasting, so wtf, you know what I mean?

I have a job interview tomorrow.

She's diggin ya! Good luck!:p

^ In regards to what everybody was saying before: New York City rules. However, gentrification(/Manhattan) sucks.

Manhattan's a good movie. I wouldn't mind living in Woody Allen's version of NYC.

chicago > nyc

It's 7:30. I've been taking bong hits since six AM. Today will be a stress free day.

Wake an Bake

Tomorrow is friday! Going to a friends house after school, it's gonna be awesome.

i just had the best 24 hours of my life and they involved not getting out of bed once and getting fucked a lot.

24hr sleepovers for the fucking win
staying in bed naked until 7pm for the fucking win
eating and then getting back in bed naked for another 3 hours....for the fucking win

ha ha ha

about time you discovered the joys of indoor life

we do a day like that about once a week. going out is overrated (though necessary, i admit).

here's a suggestion for your next day of debauchery: find a REALLY good cake shop and have them deliver their best chocolate marquis. you'll see. pizza is for children.

^^Those are the best times...I remember one weekend me and my ex were going to go campin with some friends, I slept over her house and had tons of snacks and water and etc. packed...the morning we were supposed to go we decided last minute just to stay at her place...we had 4 days with nothing to do because we planned for the trip...and just stayed in her bed for 4 days fucking and listening to music playing guitar, eating in between and I think we left the house once and took a mini road trip to yellowsprings, a hippy town where dave chapelle lives...

^fuckin kids! won't leave us the hell alone!

fixed my biiiiiiikkkkkkkkkeeeeeeeee today..... Now it needs cleaning again. BUT IT RIDES.

got an interview todayyyyyyyyyyyyy (for tomorrow)

nice makeup on special. I never buy that junk but for once a colour looked nice on me and IT WAS ON CLEARANCE.

took in about three pairs of pants because apparently my ass is less fat now, fuck knows how


I really want to party but han solo took a three hour nap from 3 30pm till 6 20 and hasn't left the couch since after we took my bike to get air. jesus.

I saw a babe with the whitest, smoothest-looking skin on the beach this arvo. She wore a 1960s-style bikini, aviators and attitude. Straight off the plane from Russia, probably.
Fucking hot.

Я хочу, чтобы укусить вас, бэби!

i'm better now

i got my FUCK EM attitude back



also


GOOOOAL

when all else fails say HEY FUCKER WHATS UP

Yo
Yeah uh
Yo this the shit right here
Yeah this make me wanna kill somebody
Turn this shit up real fucking loud

[Necro]
Drinking the bile out ya pancreas the fanciest
Cancerous talkin lyricist pack a shank on the hips
You a skanky bitch slit ya wrist-clittoris
If your inhibited I'll piss in ya syphillis incubus
Mr.Death Dr.Demise Surgeon Slice
You'll die really slow if you don't appreciate life
You're wack if you dont appreciate knives
The way a knife slices precise the trife it's a demonic device
The chronic you light inhale, for those in jail
To those that beef get impaled and buried in snails
My brains charred like burnt flesh and scarred
Ripping ya breast apart digest ya heart
Die!

Chorus: repeat 2X

Kid you know you can't fuck with this
Don't you know my shit's too sick
Kid you know you can't fuck with this
Might get ya whole fuckin head split

[Necro]
Terrorize ya whole clique make suck ya own tits
And spit the cancer out, grab a glock; call me Sir Manson-a-Lot
Blow ya brains on the seats varicose veins on the streets
Cocaine dust and weed, kill you slowly it's a must you bleed
Pop a vein in ya skull from the stress feelin numb in ya chest
Anxiety attack, murder you with a variety
An axe, a mack, a black jack, a bat - crack!
Right upside ya fuckin head, for talking shit about this kid
You bled, sadistic and red, my biscuit pumps lead
Cock it, obnoxious, get chopped up in boxes
I'm toxic, my topics are gothic
Morbidity you can't get rid of me
the reason this humidity is shit to me
So kill ya'self and write a note
Right before the noose wraps tight around ya throat
Ya windpipe is choked
New York is full of transvestites in coats
Helpless wenches control and sacrificing goats
It's death fortysecond street derelicts
Reppin' it sellin shit malevolent
Mad felons kid I got three in the fam
Me and my man will beat you with hands leave you beneath the sand
You sinkin quickly, I'm thinking, I'm sickly
I need medication the cadavers are getting stinky

Chorus: repeat 2X

Kid you know you can't fuck with this
Don't you know my shit's too sick
Kid you know you can't fuck with this
Might get ya whole fuckin head split
Split split
fuckin head split fuckin head split bitch fuckin head split

everything is fucking awesome

my rep to Satan should read "I feel ya, homes" and not "I feel ya, hoe".

my phone thinks that it's funny to change words and then submit before I can fix it.

oh, and my opposite of complain is: Trail of Dead on Friday, Built to Spill/Dino jr doubleheader on sunday sunday sunday.