i think i might

be turning into a really bitter person.
you piss me off, im bitter.
hmm.
this isn't usually how i roll.


HEY. its christmas eve, 11:22 p.m. at the moment.
my favorite numbers. not eleven, but 1+1=2 and 22! woooo
im in my room, alone. like i have been for the past four hours because megan decided to become crabby and hang out with joe all night.
awesome.

ive got a 1.5 liter of wine that i WILL finish. AND! no one will blame me for being a "wandering, out of control, alcoholic, drunk."
FUCK YOU. :)

im talking to my friend lauren (butts) from work.
i love that fucking girl.
aweee shheeiitttt.
this whole post is going to be random. i cant wait to read it down the road. it will be wonderful.


"i am..the luckiest. next door, there's an old man who lived to his 90's and passed away in his sleep. and his wife she stayed for a couple of days and passed away.."
ah. shuffle. gotta love it. especially when its all chill songs.
i wish i had my hookah.

poop.
i am the luckiest though. i love my friends. when i go to take a drink, i have to look up and i see the picture of them all on my wall. i drink proudly knowing that they all love me as much as i do.
thats god damn special.

the bottom of my feet look like a god damn old man. i need a pedicure.

i love old people.


i think im done with this