fusionface

damn. What a month. Somehow in the midst of Ohio gray I've managed to have some real good times. Expect the unexpected. 3 incredibly big blowouts under my belt and I'm still yearning for more. Is there anything that can sooth the savage soul? I've got this overwhelming need to get the fuck outta dodge. I feel summertime just around the corner. The urge to travel flows freely through my bloodstream. I just gotta make it until the end of May. I got some vacation time coming up then. S'pose it'll have to tide me over. I'm tired of the same old sites of Ohio. Not that times have been bad at all...I just need to ramble on for a bit. I want to hit up the Big Apple again....and stay there for at least a few months. I wouldn't mind seeing my cousins out west, either. I've yet to go anywhere near L.A....that would be interesting. Maybe. I've got a strange feeling L.A. is overated. But I can't judge it without hitting it up 1st. Maybe I just need to get my shit together. Sell all my unnecessary stuff. Save up some $$$. Put some gas in the truck and put the pedal to the metal. I got so much shit I need to finish up that I just want to be done....so I can go "Here, this is me this is what I'm about. This is what I've done. Deal with it. I'm outta here."




So I did another quiz. Here's what I got. So true so true. Sort of ironic that I've been planning on getting tattered wings tattooed on my back for awhile now. As a matter of fact, that's happening this month.



Your wings are BROKEN and tattered. You are an angelic spirit who has fallen from grace for one reason or another - possibly, you made one tragic mistake that cost you everything.

Yeah well shit happens. I like to think that they will heal over time, though.
What are yer wings?