it's saturday evening, the weekend prior to thanksgiving. i'm spending my evening airbrushing a few of my firearms. been meaning to for awhile, but the weekends are never as long as i would like. so my nice little home is flush with paint fumes, which is managing to banish the hamburger grill smell left over from the flat iron steak i coked earlier in the week. wouldn't mind lighting up the wood stove, but according to the painting instructions i want a spark free environment. it's also supposed to be well ventilated, but this is alaska, and i'm not fixing to open up the windows for several more months. well, i suppose i ought to get back to it. goodnight all.
gypsymonster:
It scares the absolute shit out of me. Not only that, but I do know for a fact...because he even told me, that he smokes pot on a normal basis, was addicted to crack for 3 months at some point in his life, and still lives with his parents at 28 right now. He doesn't have much going for him, and this is the guy that my sister is seeing.