mishou

my insomnia is finally getting better. many thanks to all the folks whom expressed concern!!!

insomnia is such a cruel bitch! it literally makes one feel crazy. your brain works in this weird detached way. i was running into things, so i'm all bruised up and i was totally not making sense. so if i wrote you something and you were like wtf? please just don't pay attention to it k?

instead think about how much i rawk... why do i rawk so hard one may ask? cuz i have good taste that's why! just check out the stuff i recently bought:

-several sailor jerry t-shirts (my favorite being a stewed, screwed and tattooed red and black baseball shirt!)
-600 thread count king size sheets
-a bunch o' books:
-webster's collegiate dictionary (cuz the one i had was an older version. yes, that's right kids. i'm a nerd!)
-the last words of dutch schultz - william s. burroughs (cuz it combines two of my favorite things. gangsta's and burroughs!)
-junky - william s. burroughs (ok, so i'm not even gonna touch this one.)
-the great gatsby - f. scott fitzgerald (cuz i never read it in high school. or maybe we did and i just blew it off and used my charm to bluff my way through class.)
-the beat hotel (about paris in the late 50's and early 60's.)
-a bunch o' cd's:
-black sabbath - paranoid
-50 cent - the massacre
-AC/DC - dirty deeds done dirt cheap
-AC/DC - highway to hell
-AC/DC - back in black
-gram rabbit - music to start a cult to
-kool keith - diesel truckers
-anchor belt buckle
-revlon nailpolish in valentine
-last but not least... zoolander (cuz liger would kill me if i didn't.)

now go forth and feel the rawk...