When I was in eighth grade my best friend was firstly scary drunk, scary cutting, scary depressed scary raving scary obsessed with drugs and witches, scary diagnosed with bipolar disorder.
This was our song.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
I am starting to think that a lot of intellect-blather is really, really boring.
Monday, March 16, 2009
“I like to behave in an extremely normal, wholesome manner for the most part in my daily life. Even if mentally I'm consumed with sick visions of violence, terror, sex and death.”
Tours twice a day all week.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Grown-ups don't skip school to get Dolly Parton tattoos, Meg. Okay. They just Don't.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
What are meaning and purpose, again?
Friday, February 27, 2009
PUMP UP JAMZ CIRCA 1999-2004 (years that I played Leagued Basketball)
