Thursday, August 27, 2009

choke


this week has been about pushing my limits

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Mr. Nice Guy



The realization that this will forever be imprinted in the back of my mind is completely depressing. I will never be free, but in reality, I don't ever want to be free. I like this subtle torture because I constantly have something to think about, and regret thinking about. I love those inconsistent short term periods of time when I've distracted myself to the point where your presence is forgotten. When I realize that it was only a mere distraction, I love jumping back on the band wagon. Thanks.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

flo

For some reason, music is the only thing that can make me cry anymore.

but nothing beats an original

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

reality vs. ambience



The only thing worst then the really dumb, superficial and uncomfortable realization that I just made is the fact that I made it while listening to Blink 182.
p.s. I don't want you to be happy because then I will not be happy.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Saturday, August 08, 2009

Tick


quit  /kwɪt/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [kwit] Show IPA verb, quit or quit⋅ted, quit⋅ting, adjective

verb (used with object)

1. to stop, cease, or discontinue: She quit what she was doing to help me paint the house.
2. to depart from; leave (a place or person): They quit the city for the seashore every summer.
3. to give up or resign; let go; relinquish: He quit his claim to the throne. She quit her job.
4. to release one's hold of (something grasped).
5. to acquit or conduct (oneself).
6. to free or rid (oneself): to quit oneself of doubts.
7. to clear (a debt); repay.

verb (used without object)

8. to cease from doing something; stop.
9. to give up or resign one's job or position: He keeps threatening to quit.
10. to depart or leave.
11. to stop trying, struggling, or the like; accept or acknowledge defeat.

adjective

12. released from obligation, penalty, etc.; free, clear, or rid (usually fol. by of): quit of all further responsibilities.

I wish I was a nihilist or a minimalist or an anarchist or an apathist.

Monday, August 03, 2009

Wish you were here!


"It's 2:30 am on a Monday, what the fuck do I have to prove to anyone?"
I don't know what this means, but it's affective.
I just had the longest weekend of my life, it never ended.
So much happened, I feel a lot of indifference.
I said Yes! to Michigan, and Michigan gave me a fucking sunburn.