rowenofstrata

it seems i always update when im in a terrible mood, but so it goes and so it goes. i had a pothead friend who worked with me, and pothead friends i thought ever we'd be... until she domesticated and turned on me.

rhyming me with me isnt very prolific, is it.

can you even use prolific to describe something like that? shit, i dont know. well i took a picture of my short hair but i have zero usb cord. wonder where that went.

so this goes out to all the ones who left me high and dry, or just plain dry. which is everybody, tonight. bastards. the timing (of year, i mean, as it is quite very far from christmas) is certainly inapproriate, but inappropriate is my favorite thing.

yule shoot your eye out


...the gifts youre receiving from me will be
one: awkward silence
two: hopes you cry yourself to sleep
staying up, waiting by the phone
cause all i want this year's
for you to dedicate your last breath to me
before you bury yourself alive

dont come home for christmas
youre the last thing i want to see
underneath the tree

merry christmas i could care less