So I pulled into morden by noon last monday….
by 4 in the afternoon I may have been hammered and purchased a fucking sick skateboard that I really don’t have a clue how to ride. Good times livin’ the life as a carny.
"Dear survivors and future survivors: I think we make our own kind of hell. If we’re gonna love someone, anyone, why not start with ourselves and see where that takes us. "
Know what’s fucking annoying?
When you buy $40 worth of a new pow and you get less than $20 worth and your brother is too drunk/high already to back you up when you bring it up with the dealer. FUCK.THAT.
I do not admire soaring stock prices or massive IPOs or billion-dollar valuations. I admire drastic, unsolicited change, and I admire those who elicit [such] change.
why in the fuck does my brother own 7 pairs of Oakleys, of which the cheapest pair cost him $170?
It’s molded plastic and plastic lenses. Give me a mold and the pellets and I could do that shit in the basement.
I no longer call myself Atheist.
I no longer call myself anything cause I’m not sure what I am.
God it feels like I’ve been banging my head against the same goddamn fucking wall for three fucking years.
Depression, unemployment, substance abuse, being single. This is shit.