funkmunky

it's Sunday. day after the new year. whoop di fucking do.

I ended up spending a few hours thursday night AND a few hours friday night at my wife's new apartment. Thursday we did some talking, and Friday was mostly spent setting up her computer, TV, and DVD player, watching ATHF, eating pizza, and smoking a bowl.

But she's been sick lately (which is really...
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why bother.

I can't deal with this anymore. i've been crying for the last hour. and i can't stop, can't think about anything else, can't breathe, can't eat...

this morning was the first Christmas in seven years that i haven't awakened somewhere in the general vicinity of my wife... and I have no one to blame but myself. I destroyed us, and waited too long to attempt...
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random picture tonight, just to freshen up the place a bit. my last journal entry hit TWO pages of comments. that's a lot for me, and it was getting kinda cluttered in here.

so, here's a shot of my buddy Mike, the owner of Wicked Tattoos in Garden City, MI, sniffing my ass at paintball team practice. Wicked is the "official" team sponsor, whatever that...
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hrm. just got an e-mail saying that my credit card didn't go through today... I'ma get on this right quick, but if I grey out for a couple days, don't fret... The Dizzo shall return. --Funk

one more day til the Kottonmouth Kings show at Clutch Cargos... I wonder if it's an all-ages wholesome family show?

"pootie tang will whoop your ass so bad, that you can write it off on your taxes."



--Funk

i suck.