lastbadger

Yeah I get to run the front desk at my hotel all by myself tonight. And , to think I was worried I wasn't being trained properly and that the stress would cause me to perch on top of the building with a rifle.
I thought that maybe the depression I had experienced in Michigan could've been Seasonal Afective Disorder. But I've had a crapload of sun down here and I still eating piles of black shit. I guess life is just like that. At least I'm at the ends, in that when I'm happy I'm extremely fucking happy. I just wish It didn't take so long to get out of the dumps and that I knew exactly how to turn on my cheesin' beam.
Played my guitar today, That made me feel good. Talked to my best friend up in Michigan, for some reason that didn't. Why the fuck do I feel like I'm in this all alone? I know it's not true it just feels that way.
I Like this profile pic the best of them all. I know that it's not me but I don't think any other image could better represent how I sorta am and totally wish to be.