'so, you woke up naked with a tattoo on the corner of 71st and 69th street, that doesnt mean anything, does it?'
'well... it could mean i got overly drunk and high.. did something highly regretful, and then got this tattoo..'
'well, yea! but thats the best case senerio.'


'what does it matter, kids cant grow mustaches'
'they can with the magic to television'

'hey!! i have two first names!!'
*gets strange look*
'yea!! ; ) haha - call me!'

'yea! so what!? im addicted to caffine... theres worse things you know, i could be addicted to... toothpaste..'
*dog walks away*
'Yea?!?! well you lick other things butts!'

'so, what youre saying is you have these conversations with yourself in your head?'
'ohhh gosh no!!!!
....




i say them out loud.'


post more as i say 'em.
they are fun, doncha think?



the trace of vodka and cigarettes clings to my breath
"youve been thinking about 'him' again havent you?" you say...

why, you know me better than anyone i know.