Breakbreakbreak

And maybe things will be okay.
Boiled water for a bath.
Pabst Blue Ribbon.
Enter the Ninja.

Boost you.

stomach bear

If feelings of loss of control, helplessness or powerlessness accompany your tooth loss dream, the dream is typically acting as a mirror of a situation in waking life. Dreams of tooth loss coupled with anxiety reflect a fear of change, fear of transition. Ask yourself if there is some transition that you are fearful of making.

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She’s the one you call when you’re bored or sometimes when you and your significant other had a fight because she makes you laugh. She’s the one you talk to when you’re feeling down because she’s willing to lend an ear and be a friend. She’s the one you spend time with between buddies, before you find “The One”. You know the one who hangs around in the meantime.

She’s too laidback, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by. She’s too understanding, too comfortable – she doesn’t make you feel nervous or excited the way a “real woman does. But she’s cool, nice, funny and attractive enough that when you’re lonely or horny and need an intimate female companionship, she’ll do just fine.

You don’t have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already. She’s not easy, but you know that she cares about you and is attracted to you, and that she’ll give you the intimacy you need. And you know you don’t have to explain yourself or the situation, that she’ll be able to cope with the fact that this isn’t the beginning of a relationship or that there’s any possibility that you have any real romantic feelings for her.

It won’t bother that you would text her sometimes just to say not to text you because you’re with your girlfriend. She’s just sooo cool…why can’t all women be like that? But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don’t because to you, the situation between the two of you isn’t important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it’s really not fair. You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you don’t think she’s good enough to spend any real time with.

Sure, it’s mostly her fault, because she doesn’t have to give in to your needs —- she could play the hard-to-get bitch like the rest of them does, if she really wanted to. But you and she both know that she probably couldn’t pull it off. Maybe she’s not really your type. Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want (or think they want) in a woman.

She’s just too thoughtful. She’ll sometimes buy you things you need; she’ll sometimes buy you or cook midnight snacks for you and personally deliver it in your place. She wants to be special to someone, too. We all do. She has feelings. She has a heart. In fact, she probably has the bigger heart than any woman you’ve ever known because she’s had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and she likes you anyway. She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you’ve given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is. She’s just your convenient excuse to fool around.

shesaid,shesaid

I want to stand for something more than just another notch in your headpost.

I'm not ready.

I don't want to go to bed alone. Not yet. Just not yet.

One more.

I see your face and I don't recognize it. Just another to add to the gone away and forgotten faces of the past. Remember what I told you, it was bound to happen. Maybe you never truely knew me at all, or maybe you knew me better then anyone else. I coudln't tell you, I'll never know myself.

Supersize

It's so weird to think that in a week everything about my life will be so different. That everything I know will pretty much be non-existant anymore. It's going to be so weird not coming home to this place because to me it is my home. It will be weird not having my other half to talk to about all the stupid thoughts of the day and just sit and talk about life on hours with. And for the first time in half a year I'll truly have alone time and more then just five minutes here and there. To be honest, I'm not sure if I like the thought of that. I don't know how well I'm going to sleep alone and not knowing when I will see everyone next. I don't even know where I'm going. Who I'll be with. If I will even have the money to be able to afford anything. It's as if life as I know it is about to pack up and leave. I'll miss coming home and wanting to come home because I want to see people. I'll miss dubstepping it and dealing with the cops on a regular basis. I'll miss how bad we all must seem like crack heads. I'll miss climbing trees and drinking any day of the week. I'll miss couchs in kitchens and broken sinks. I'll miss piggy back rides and constant bikes in the house. I'll miss late night, way wasted nights filled with laughter and memories. I'll miss all the laughing. I'll miss efukt nights and break.com nights. I'll miss all the "Now what?"'s and all the business talk. Going out for smokes afterwards and being super immature. I'll miss airplanes and "you're pretty and you pay attention to me". I don't know, I'll just miss so much and I'm not sure where this next chapter in my life will take me. I guess I'll just have to find out.

Too many churches

Looks like someone got in a little deep. And I like it. Time flys but I can slow it down and live in the moment, with you. I hope that's what you like.

Bouncing on 24'z

Pretty good right now. Pretty good. Got some sun. Ripped on a bike. Partied with my work girls. Pretty good. That's all.

Tick Tock

Le sigh. I don't want you guys to go. Well, that's a lie. I do. But the selfish part of me doesn't. I don't want things to change. I like them the way they are. I don't want to sleep alone. Or have to try to plan out my days. Who else do I know here? And now I get it. I get how it felt and it sucks so hard. And it feels like I'm going to pull the same thing as you did. Get hurt, get upset, get gone. Just pack up and leave and start over sort of thing. Because really, what else is really keeping me here?

beep beep

I woke up today and decided that this should by far be a write off day. And maybe perhaps a little bit of a wakeup call. Why you may ask? Well in the midst of a sea of Jim Beam and premium Gin there came a point in the night, after the police and ticket and before 5 am realization of needed sleep that the night shifted a little slightly for the worse. A point in the night where piggybacking seems a little too innocent and the friendly bike or two comes into play. Now to you this may seem all fun and good but no. You are mistaken. After climbing onto Tophers back and him attempting to track stand came the moment of truth where we both plummited to the ground and thusly my head cracked against the wall. Now think this over. Bike + grown man + peite girl on top. Now think of the height involved in that and the damage that must have down. To state the obvious I'm pretty sure I have a concussion. I came to this conclussion after I passed out and during the uncontrolable vomiting with spurts of blacking out inbetween.

hotline

jim beam and bad decisions.
lawl. puke time.

wednesday fright night

gin + juice, gin + juice, gin + juice <3

good times. why not be happy while you can and embrace life when you can even though times are a'changing.

girl, i want yo body, i need yo body.

Cioa bella.

I don't want this to end. Why does everything I do have time frames? An end date in site? Why do things have to end when the goings are good?