allonblack

Anyone know how to stop?

I like it when my journal turns into a ghost town because I'm free to use stuff from my book and just be incoherent.

Such as,

"You're a cunt you know that?"

"You're the stupid fuck that told me you loved me last night"

"I did?"

"yes you did, three times"

"Woops. Sorry!"

How many times does this stupid cycle have to start? I know what's going to happen. There aren't any surpries left, no trump cards I don't already hold.

I can smell your kind coming a mile away. And maybe next time I'll get it right. If I wasn't going to do it again, I guess this wouldn't be a cycle then would it?

Next time...
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Read what they really are,

http://www.survivalstore.com/salepage.htm

Now buy them for me.

Horton Heat was pretty damn great. It was like a big fucking frat party. I figured a lot of the folks from the Demented are Go! show would be there but, it was all balding goatee having 29 year olds in those Shaft leather jackets with their dipshit girlfriends.

I'm so close to never going to another show in PDX again. The crowds get nothing...
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So let's see. You're sitting there with a glass of gingerale and rye, listening to the Edward Scissorhands soundtrack (on repeat) wearing nothing but crotchless underwear and my wife beater with BBQ sauce on it, and you want to be taken serious?

Now that, is a sitcom waiting to happen on Showtime.

Raise your hand if you like being told to support something. Raise your hand if you like being ordered to pay money to support something that means little to you, or nothing at all.

Me either.

So shut the fuck up.

I took that personality test on the board. I think I get a cookie.

Like just 3% of the population you are a JUDGE (Dominant Introvert Concrete Thinker). Your affinity for facts and analytical approach to life help you some complex problems and make tough decisions that others cannot. But don't think you don't act like a bitch a lot of the time. You jump...
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This ones for all the sailors. With crooked teeth and tricky drinks. A roman candle for every sailor. For every angel, every angel and their sailor.

Leave your jacket on the bed.

All those words I should have thrown away. They'll eat you up with grapefruit spoons.

Don't step on my good shoes.

That Church song "Reptile" makes my bottom tingle.

Kind of like Jackie does too!

I just watched that Johnny Cash video for "Hurt" again. I have to admit I just started crying. A combo of what that song meant to me in like 10th grade when it came out and the amount of love I have for that man.

I've never really realized it, but I look up to Cash like a child looks up to his father. I...
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Metntal note:

Always trust your instinct, and stay at the bar, or go home.