So I haven’t been on here in forever. Gee am I lame or what?
Starting working out again today.
Trying to get out of my slump.
Jesus, am I ever exhausted.
Dissolving things in highly corrosive chemicals:
- Me: I'm making you something. You're gonna love it!
- Ally: Does it involve dead opossums?
- Me: No, it involves motivation..
Sorry but I have to rant..
I am COMPLETELY fed up with people bitching and moaning about EVERY SINGLE FUCKING THING. Guess what? If you wanted to kill yourself, you would have done it. You wouldn’t bitch about people not being good friends for night giving a shit about all the drama you cause. I mean, seriously, not everything is about you. Other people are going through shit way worse than yours but your head is way too far up your ass to notice. Give it a rest and shutthefuckup.
That is all.
my artist is taking her sweet time with this one.
The first piece in my Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark half sleeve.
Starting it next week.
I knew there was a reason.
- Me: If worst comes to worst, would you help me move a dead body? I need to know these things. I need to know how strong our friendship is!
- Lane: Yes.
- Me: God, I knew I loved you for a reason. Hey, remember that time where we're getting drunk tomorrow?
Clyde McGee, my best friend in the entire world, My other half.
This morning he came into my room and jumped on top of me.
Hugged the shit out of me and said,
“I love you. I’ll miss you. Get your ass to Portland”