January 2011
Singing drunkards in the street made my night.
“I love titties,
I love titties,
I hate dicks,
I love titties!”
Thats my kind of song.
I wish I was home having a fun night with my boys....
I miss everyone.
December 2010
"Yeah. i need to go to match.com, but not for a...
So sore but so good.
8:30 to 4.
Boarding is fucking amazing today.
SO Much powder.
And it’s actually sunny.
Cheeee.
Heading up to the lifts.
Looks perfect today.
You may go fuck yourself.
Fuck.
I can’t wait to move and find myself a lovely lady to spend my time with.
Holy fuck it's a blizzard.
Got my gear and gonna ride some powder.
It's snowing, bitches.
Someone better buy me drinks on new years.
Just finished an 8 hour drive.
Another 3 hours tomorrow.
Snowboarding early.
I finally get to have a cigarette.
I.
Hate.
You.
Fuck.
You know that feeling,
When you wake up in the morning,
and everything feels peaceful,
until you start to really wake up,
and then you realize how fucked up everything really is,
and you’d rather just go back to sleep for the rest of your life?
I hope I never see you again.
I'm so glad in in heavy medication.
Because I’m sure that I would have thrown myself in front of a train by now.
I need a pack, a bottle of vodka, and a bullet.
Holy tits My Life as Liz season 2.
Fuuuuck I will marry her.
I'M GOING TO FUCKING PUKE.
FUCK.
Why?
WHY?!?
Thank you so very much.
DON'T YOU FUCKING CRY.
I have a creeper texting me now.
California smells like you.
And my perfume smells like falling in love.
So, I’m kind of dying from it.
I'm watching msnbc prison raw.
There’s a guy that reminds me exactly like a Mexican version of my ex.
It’s kind of creepy.
Completely depressing Christmas.
Went to my moms best friends house and ended having to draw a fucking horse for someone I don’t even know.
She didn’t ask either, more like commanded.
Then we went to my ill grandma’s house where she’s pretty much deaf and immobile.
It’s like watching someone dying in front of you every time we see her. It’s horribly depressing.
"I wonder if porn killed my mac. I doubt it but...
I want Christmas to be done already.
It’s crappy.
No presents to open.
Ohhh well.
I keep having a dream about having a little baby...
About 3 years old.
A little black haired hapa boy with light eyes.
And we have this intense connection.
He’s adorable.
I miss home already.
I’d rather be home with my boys.
I need a cigarette.
Only have two and I can’t seem to get away from my parents.
I think I’ll ask my cousins to take me out and buy me a pack tonight.
I never can sleep before a flight.
My anxiety builds up and drives me nuts.
I’d read but my dad yells at me every time he notices I’m up.
So I’m pretty much screwed for the next three hours.
Midnight snack calls for dark chocolate covered...
Godiva ftw.
Finally done packing.
Jesus Christ.
I just spent 45 minutes looking for a beanie in my house.
Fucking. A.