i want to take you to the uro on april seventh

i miss my life

i’m out to get it back.

i refuse to have tumblr
be the only way i know stuff
about you
if i do something, you need to tell me.
i refuse to deal with this shit again
i understand words are hard, but they really are not that difficult. not when it matters
sigh.

“i miss the 90’s & i want to move back to arizona”

wailing quote of the morning.

last night’s gig.

best conversation…hah
friend: did you just smoke? you smell like youre still smoking….
me: cigarette..or?
friend: no no, you know…
me: i haven’t smoked in hours. it’s my armpits. the end.
yes. i sweat weed.
it’s what happens.

really . closing this tumblr down

if you want the new one. you should ask nicely to my ‘fan mail’ inbox. not the fucking ask.