December 2011
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dec. 28.
I can’t deal with pessimism for too long. It’s quite obvious I’m as optimistic as the sun, but pessimism spreads easier, in a sense. It’s dark cloud can snake it’s way into anything without being noticed, and that’s when it does it’s magic. I can’t deal with it. I’ve been done with feeling sorry for myself for weeks now, and I’m not going...
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dec 26.
Been skipping out the past few days. All for good times, though.
My throat has been fucked up since I woke up Saturday morning. I spent the night before with Ranya and her brother, Rani, drinking wine and Jim Beam Devil’s Cut, watching Drunken Master. That turned into a drinking game, which turned into me drinking my whole cup, and most of Ranya’s cup, of bourbon. My throat/voice...
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Johnson Family Christmas. This is the first time in eight years that we’ve all been together- well most of us, anyway.
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