sunday, bloody sunday... well, i guess now it's monday, so that's the end of that... 
it's been a hectic week... the next one just starting. i haven't been getting any sleep and i feel like i'm being pulled in a thousand directions... it seems like everyone's having a rough time, and i want to be there for all of my friends... anyone who needs me... but i don't even have time to take care of me. what am i going to do?
my lasering is coming up in a week and a half. yessss! mutant arm revisited, alongside a suffering little girlie! pure evil. this time i'll get super gross pictures, i promise!
you guys can name your favorite blisters.
i feel like a dick, neglecting all of you... even when i love you so much. dammit. i'm taking you all to disneyland. or... you know, somewhere we'd actually want to go...
today some guy at work slipped something in my pocket as i was leaving, whispering, "nice show!" in my ear. i thought it was money, but it was a bag of crack. i have my very own bag of crack, guys! yes! i've always wanted crack! how did he know? did he ask santa? did santa tell him i wanted crack? but i don't see christmas around her, do you? bastard.
but on the upside, i have crack!
now to get to work on finding me some heroin...
it's been a hectic week... the next one just starting. i haven't been getting any sleep and i feel like i'm being pulled in a thousand directions... it seems like everyone's having a rough time, and i want to be there for all of my friends... anyone who needs me... but i don't even have time to take care of me. what am i going to do?
my lasering is coming up in a week and a half. yessss! mutant arm revisited, alongside a suffering little girlie! pure evil. this time i'll get super gross pictures, i promise!
you guys can name your favorite blisters.
i feel like a dick, neglecting all of you... even when i love you so much. dammit. i'm taking you all to disneyland. or... you know, somewhere we'd actually want to go...
today some guy at work slipped something in my pocket as i was leaving, whispering, "nice show!" in my ear. i thought it was money, but it was a bag of crack. i have my very own bag of crack, guys! yes! i've always wanted crack! how did he know? did he ask santa? did santa tell him i wanted crack? but i don't see christmas around her, do you? bastard.
but on the upside, i have crack!
now to get to work on finding me some heroin...
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emiloo:
Hahaha, u know, ever since u cleared up the whole heroin misconception, it is pretty funny when u talk about it
eyepatchless:
never a let down in adventure when I venture to read your journal....you crack it up 