moving back home at the end of the month is going to suck ass.
BUT! i'm able to see it as an opportunity to to get myslef out of the crazy debt i have acquired and achieve my tattoo goals by the end of the summer *fingers crossed*
october is the deadline. i will be visiting portland and making a HUGE decision as to where to call home next.
if all goes well....i'll be leaving boston behind for awhile. scary and sad. but oh-so-exciting at the same time.
where to go....where to go...
BUT! i'm able to see it as an opportunity to to get myslef out of the crazy debt i have acquired and achieve my tattoo goals by the end of the summer *fingers crossed*
october is the deadline. i will be visiting portland and making a HUGE decision as to where to call home next.
if all goes well....i'll be leaving boston behind for awhile. scary and sad. but oh-so-exciting at the same time.
where to go....where to go...
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We make great donuts.
God, I have to stop drinking Lysol really soon ...
-Scotty
I bumped into Elvis one day, some 8 months ago, and he said "Listen here bubba, the best donuts i've ever tasted was in Tupelo. Not as rockin' as my favorite banana peanut butter sandwiches, but The King(he always in the extent of the conversation referred to himself in the third person, occassionally) suggests you take your ass to the Smokey Water Pine Delicatessen, and order you some of their fried glazed donuts, the chocolate ones of course. Also, The King says don't step on my blue suede shoes."
so what's the true message of this story. uh, Tupelo has great donuts. perhaps Tupelo should be your starting point. where the hell is Tupelo, i have no friggin clue. i'm tired, very tired, need rest, ahh, pretty colours......
josyph