jonne

i feel like death the fucking bouncer wouldnt' allow me to enter the club b/c i had tennis shoes on even though i went to the same club on wed dressed in the same clothes and i was let in just fine.

my friend is moving to hollywood to pursue acting school how come everyone else moves but me my god and i want to have a band that does well instead of fucking around

this isnt a poem...this is my last few days in prose
girls never are reliable to me or maybe i'm not reliable to them even though i treat them great so they tell me.

hotshit and i'm listening to the break right now and feel like i need to drink some death